Chapter 5: Malfoy Manner (the Study)
Lucius Malfoy had exhausted every avenue. There was absolutely no way to stop this wedding. He had contacted several of his Dark Art sources and had systematically been told to not interfere. It seemed he could not even kill the little mudblood lover. To do so, would also bring about HIS death for interfering with the Merlin Oath. Damn Narcissa, he thought. Damn her to hell.
It seemed he had no choice but to go along. Bloody Hell! If there was one thing Lucius Malfoy could NOT stand, it was something being out of his control. With that in mind, his cruel mind began thinking about how to gain the upper hand in this situation.
There was a soft knock at his door.
"Go away"
The door opened slightly. It was Pearly.
"Master Malfoy, lunch is about to be served."
"Did I tell you to serve?"
"No Sir."
"Then you bloody well better not serve lunch."
"But Sir, Mrs. Malfoy and Master Draco are waiting. They asked me to come and get you, Sir."
In a deadly, quiet voice, Malfoy said, "Pearly, come here."
Pearly stepped inside the door.
"Pearly, I said come here."
Pearly slowly walked over to the desk.
"Pearly, who is the Master of this House?"
Pearly whispered, "You, Master Malfoy."
"That is right Pearly. That means what I say goes. No questions asked."
"Yes, Sir." Pearly looked to the floor.
"I'm glad we understand one another." Lucius threw a book at Pearly and hit her in the head.
"Take that book and repeat what I just did 20 more times. Then go and tell my wife and son, that lunch will be served when I have time to show up for it. Also, tell them they are more than welcome to leave the table, but should they not be there when I arrive, they will receive no lunch today."
"Yes Master."
"Good, then get the hell out of here."
Pearly quickly picked up the book and removed herself from the room.
Lucius sat back in his chair and grinned. Yes, he certainly liked to maintain control and fear was not a bad thing either.
After a few minutes, Lucius decided it was time to move forward with his current bane, the marriage of his son; time to contact those good for nothing Weasleys.
He walked to his fireplace, threw in some floo powder and yelled, "The Burrow."
Lucius Malfoy had exhausted every avenue. There was absolutely no way to stop this wedding. He had contacted several of his Dark Art sources and had systematically been told to not interfere. It seemed he could not even kill the little mudblood lover. To do so, would also bring about HIS death for interfering with the Merlin Oath. Damn Narcissa, he thought. Damn her to hell.
It seemed he had no choice but to go along. Bloody Hell! If there was one thing Lucius Malfoy could NOT stand, it was something being out of his control. With that in mind, his cruel mind began thinking about how to gain the upper hand in this situation.
There was a soft knock at his door.
"Go away"
The door opened slightly. It was Pearly.
"Master Malfoy, lunch is about to be served."
"Did I tell you to serve?"
"No Sir."
"Then you bloody well better not serve lunch."
"But Sir, Mrs. Malfoy and Master Draco are waiting. They asked me to come and get you, Sir."
In a deadly, quiet voice, Malfoy said, "Pearly, come here."
Pearly stepped inside the door.
"Pearly, I said come here."
Pearly slowly walked over to the desk.
"Pearly, who is the Master of this House?"
Pearly whispered, "You, Master Malfoy."
"That is right Pearly. That means what I say goes. No questions asked."
"Yes, Sir." Pearly looked to the floor.
"I'm glad we understand one another." Lucius threw a book at Pearly and hit her in the head.
"Take that book and repeat what I just did 20 more times. Then go and tell my wife and son, that lunch will be served when I have time to show up for it. Also, tell them they are more than welcome to leave the table, but should they not be there when I arrive, they will receive no lunch today."
"Yes Master."
"Good, then get the hell out of here."
Pearly quickly picked up the book and removed herself from the room.
Lucius sat back in his chair and grinned. Yes, he certainly liked to maintain control and fear was not a bad thing either.
After a few minutes, Lucius decided it was time to move forward with his current bane, the marriage of his son; time to contact those good for nothing Weasleys.
He walked to his fireplace, threw in some floo powder and yelled, "The Burrow."