Chapter 3:

As the robe dropped gracefully onto the floor, Lucius Malfoy heard laughter. Lily giggled, wearing an elegant black muggle dress. James took the lead again and smoothly dipped Lily, trying not to look too relieved.

/Lily is a wonderful dancer, but she isn't really putting her soul into this. / Malfoy thought, amused.

As the song ended the couple bowed, and out of instinct Lucius muttered "Wow," and immediately regret it.

"Snape? Is that you hiding under Malfoy's cloak, like the coward you are? No, wait you lack the brains for such a plan." Black retorted.

""Padfoot," James said calmly, "Come now, be reasonable. It must be Lucius Malfoy. Everyone sees the way he looks at Lily. Watching her in potions, following her down the corridors. My god, I thought the name Malfoy carried a higher level of self respect, but I suppose that I was wrong, right Sirius?" James smiled. He turned his head slowly, but soon he faced Black, who in turn nodded and followed James' lead,

/Oh my god. Oh my god. What are they gonna do? Lily wont let them! She wont, will she? Could she stop them? WOULD SHE STOP THEM? / Lucius' mind raced as he struggled to remain silent.

"Yes James, I believe that is DID. That is, until Lucius came along. What a disgrace to a family name." Sirius laughter pierced the silence, as everyone waited with baited breath.

Invisible to the Gryffindors Lucius's hands were clenched in rage. His golden hair was askew and he was utterly dumbstruck. He felt as if his father was saying these strong and hateful words, and tears were streaming down his pale face. He made the biggest mistake though, when he let a sob escape.

He heard Sirius exclaim joyfully, without a second thought, "Well, well, well! Big strong Malfoy crying?" The room was soon filled with nervous laughter; no one dared to disagree with the Marauders.