Disclaimer: Lucius Malfoy, Narcisa, the house elfs, and the Magic Ministry with all it´s members, belong to the great J. Rowling. I´m just using them for my own pleasure… and yours.

NA: This is an English version of my fic named "Lucius Malfoy y el Día Perfecto".  

Thanks to my English Teacher for her help with my grammar.

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"Lucius Malfoy and the Perfect Day"

Lucius Malfoy was a very important man, and he could not have the luxury of getting up late. So, that morning, as usual, at 6:00 o´clock he was woken up by a very frightened house elf who got a bang on his head for disturbing his master, and ran away from the bedroom.

When the little elf had disappeared, Lucius turned in his bed to see the woman sleeping at his side. Of course, that woman was Narcisa, his wife (never, ever the thought of her being another woman, crossed your mind, right?) With a brusque movement and a "stand up!" the man woke his wife. (He is so considerate, isn´t he?)

Narcisa complained about being woken up so early. Usually she got out of bed about eleven o´clock, but that day, she and her husband were having breakfast with some of the Ministry members and they still had to get some things ready.

Lucius got out of bed, but when he took his second footstep, his feet entangled with the his wife´s nightgown which, in some moment during the night, was thrown to the floor. (Don't ask me why that happened…) The only thing that Narcisa heard was the sound of something heavy and noisy falling. When she looked down, she saw her husband lying down on the floor, with all his hair over his face.

Sweety, what happened? – Narcisa asked her husband with a sleepy voice.

Nothing, love. I just wanted to do some exercise this morning. – He answered with, while he was doing some fake push ups. After that, he got up mumbling to himself, then with the most aristocratic gesture, he pushed his hair away from his face and walked to the bathroom.

After he had filled the tub with hot water, he took of his clothes and got into the water, but when he searched for his ducky he couldn´t found it anywhere. Angrily, he continued his bath paying special attention to his long and well cared blonde hair.

When he finished, he wrapped himself in a towel and went to his wardrobe to take his clothes that the house elf had cleaned and ironed specially for the occasion. Lucius started to dress methodically as usual. Everything was fine until the end, when he was putting on his cloak.

Riiiipp…

Lucius heard the fabric tearing, and when he looked down, he saw that he had put a foot over the hem of his cloak. Furiously, he threw away the cloak, thinking that as he had to use another one, he also would have to change all his clothes to make them match.

What am I saying? This could be fixed esasily with magic! – He thought, feeling relieved, and a little stupid too, because he hadn´t thought about that in the first place.

Quickly he took his wand and pronounced some magic words, but in his hurry, he used the incorrect incantation and instead of fixing the cloak, he burned it.

Narcisa, who was leaving the bathroom in that moment, screamed. Her husband was scared by his wife and he couldn´t react quickly enough. When, he said "finite incantatum" it was too late, because the cloak was only ashes now, and the beautiful, rare and expensive rug, had caught fire too and the damage was beyond repair.

It is only 7:30 a.m. – Lucius thought. – What else could happen?