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Three Years After
by Phoenixflame
"Mr. Malfoy." she returned, tilting her head up to look at him. "I assume you have a good reason for interrupting me?"
He didn't smile. "Indeed. Perhaps somewhere else?" he suggested, not bothering to look around at the rest of the parlor.
"I'm neither stupid nor naive. Go find someone else to play with." She swung her stool back around, and dug into her sundae again, making as if to ignore the Malfoy patriarch.
"I have no intention of harming you, Miss Weasley."
"There's a laugh. What do you /want/?" she demanded, sticking her spoon into the sundae before turning halfway back around to look at him.
He smiled slightly, a very cold little smile. "I want to make you an offer. But not here."
"You have nothing I want, Malfoy." Virginia replied, tossing her head. He couldn't do anything to her... and she knew it. "Go bother someone else."
"Oh?" He lowered his voice. "Very well. Do... enjoy your sundae, Miss Weasley." He turned abruptly, and strode out. Virginia watched him go, disturbed.
She was no fool. Lucius Malfoy had, ten years ago, given her a diary. Tom Riddle's diary. It had nearly killed her. And if that wasn't enough for her, the fact that the Malfoys had an infamous rivalry with the Weasleys was enough to put her off, despite what little family loyalty she tended to have on any given day.
On the other hand, the fact that Harry Potter was a friend of her family would be enough to give most Dark Wizards pause.
Most. Virginia wasn't sure if Malfoy was 'most' anything.
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Lucius Malfoy was born to the pureblood Malfoy family in the Muggle year nineteen fifty eight. From an early age, he was expected to inherit the fortune and the name of the family. Therefore, he was engaged to Narcissa Ollivander at the age of five, and married to her at sixteen.
It took her six years to bear a baby to term. The birth was quite traumatic, and, combined with her weak condition, the doctors said that she would never be able to bear another child. Lucius was understandably not pleased, but family was very important to him. So he raised up Draco to follow in his footsteps.
From nineteen seventy six to nineteen eighty one, he served Voldemort as a Death Eater, not because he wished to, but because politics demanded it, and, if nothing else, Lucius was a man of politics, with a lust for power, and a desire to see his descendents ascend to higher levels of power.
In nineteen ninety six, everything changed. In the intervening fifteen years since Voldemort had fallen, Lucius had fostered his own power, gaining influence over the Ministry, and his own peers. He'd even managed to unseat his nearly senile from his seat on the Hogwarts board of governors, and take his place.
Lucius Malfoy had his own reasons not to be pleased with the ascension of Voldemort. Suddenly, the carefully constructed alliances he'd fostered in the years of peace were falling apart. Therefore, he took his family, Draco included, and fled to France to avoid both the tarring brush of being involved with either side. Three years later, Voldemort was defeated, and the Malfoy family returned to England.
He had money. But the influence he'd had seemed to be slipping away from him. His son, ever the playboy, brushed aside the arranged marriage with the Parkinsons, and seemed to be devoting himself to bedding half the female population of the wizarding world. There wasn't a party or a ball that the young Malfoy heir wasn't invited to.
Through his son, there was power to be had. Draco, content with his circle of friends and the knowledge that he could blackmail witches from almost all of the pureblood families, saw no farther than that.
Lucius watched Virginia Weasley leave the ice cream parlor. As she passed through the door, he pulled a small crystal out of a pocket in his robes, pointed his wand at it, and hissed "Seguala."
The stone shot from his hand, around the other wizards and witches traversing Diagon Alley, then slowed as it approached Virginia. It dropped itself discreetly into a pocket in her robes. Lucius smiled... then Disapparated.
End Part Two
Three Years After
by Phoenixflame
"Mr. Malfoy." she returned, tilting her head up to look at him. "I assume you have a good reason for interrupting me?"
He didn't smile. "Indeed. Perhaps somewhere else?" he suggested, not bothering to look around at the rest of the parlor.
"I'm neither stupid nor naive. Go find someone else to play with." She swung her stool back around, and dug into her sundae again, making as if to ignore the Malfoy patriarch.
"I have no intention of harming you, Miss Weasley."
"There's a laugh. What do you /want/?" she demanded, sticking her spoon into the sundae before turning halfway back around to look at him.
He smiled slightly, a very cold little smile. "I want to make you an offer. But not here."
"You have nothing I want, Malfoy." Virginia replied, tossing her head. He couldn't do anything to her... and she knew it. "Go bother someone else."
"Oh?" He lowered his voice. "Very well. Do... enjoy your sundae, Miss Weasley." He turned abruptly, and strode out. Virginia watched him go, disturbed.
She was no fool. Lucius Malfoy had, ten years ago, given her a diary. Tom Riddle's diary. It had nearly killed her. And if that wasn't enough for her, the fact that the Malfoys had an infamous rivalry with the Weasleys was enough to put her off, despite what little family loyalty she tended to have on any given day.
On the other hand, the fact that Harry Potter was a friend of her family would be enough to give most Dark Wizards pause.
Most. Virginia wasn't sure if Malfoy was 'most' anything.
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Lucius Malfoy was born to the pureblood Malfoy family in the Muggle year nineteen fifty eight. From an early age, he was expected to inherit the fortune and the name of the family. Therefore, he was engaged to Narcissa Ollivander at the age of five, and married to her at sixteen.
It took her six years to bear a baby to term. The birth was quite traumatic, and, combined with her weak condition, the doctors said that she would never be able to bear another child. Lucius was understandably not pleased, but family was very important to him. So he raised up Draco to follow in his footsteps.
From nineteen seventy six to nineteen eighty one, he served Voldemort as a Death Eater, not because he wished to, but because politics demanded it, and, if nothing else, Lucius was a man of politics, with a lust for power, and a desire to see his descendents ascend to higher levels of power.
In nineteen ninety six, everything changed. In the intervening fifteen years since Voldemort had fallen, Lucius had fostered his own power, gaining influence over the Ministry, and his own peers. He'd even managed to unseat his nearly senile from his seat on the Hogwarts board of governors, and take his place.
Lucius Malfoy had his own reasons not to be pleased with the ascension of Voldemort. Suddenly, the carefully constructed alliances he'd fostered in the years of peace were falling apart. Therefore, he took his family, Draco included, and fled to France to avoid both the tarring brush of being involved with either side. Three years later, Voldemort was defeated, and the Malfoy family returned to England.
He had money. But the influence he'd had seemed to be slipping away from him. His son, ever the playboy, brushed aside the arranged marriage with the Parkinsons, and seemed to be devoting himself to bedding half the female population of the wizarding world. There wasn't a party or a ball that the young Malfoy heir wasn't invited to.
Through his son, there was power to be had. Draco, content with his circle of friends and the knowledge that he could blackmail witches from almost all of the pureblood families, saw no farther than that.
Lucius watched Virginia Weasley leave the ice cream parlor. As she passed through the door, he pulled a small crystal out of a pocket in his robes, pointed his wand at it, and hissed "Seguala."
The stone shot from his hand, around the other wizards and witches traversing Diagon Alley, then slowed as it approached Virginia. It dropped itself discreetly into a pocket in her robes. Lucius smiled... then Disapparated.
End Part Two