Chapter 2: Where are my ribbons?
disclaimer: Harry Potter (Pottah, according to Snapey, Draco and everyone who can't pronounce his poor last name) and his friends/enemies/lovers do NOT belong to me. They are owned by the fantabulous J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: Thanks to all those lovely people who took the time to review...I came up with a really interesting little idea today...I hope you like!
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Meanwhile...in Malfoy Manor...
An angry Lucius Malfoy stormed through the dismal halls of Malfoy Manor, searching in vain for his beloved black silk ribbons. His long platinum blonde hair dishevelled, snake cane carelessly thrown at an unfortunate house elf in anger. Now was not the time to even entertain the idea of bothering Lucius...he was already in a right state.
"Lucius, why are you making such a fuss...over ribbons?" asked Narcissa, as she watched the scene, slightly amused.
He swooped down on her, a mad glint in his eyes. "My dear, they are not just ribbons! They are my ribbons! My trademark black ribbons with which I wear to tie back my luscious blonde hair!"
At this, Narcissa rolled her eyes. 'Honestly, Lucius could be so conceited at times. It's things like these that make me wonder why I wished he would get in touch with his feminine side... I didn't mean for him to get in touch with it THIS much,' she thought.
"When I find the imbecile who had the audacity to even touch my precious ribbons, I will make them beg for me to Avada their pathetic asses after I'm done with them," he said to a random portrait, who began wondering what happened to the prestige of the Malfoy line.
A few minutes later...
"Oh Narcissa, where could they be?" sobbed Lucius. "I've searched everywhere; well no, I had the house elves do most of the searching. Still, they're no where to be found!"
Narcissa rubbed his shoulders as he cried over his lost ribbons. "Come on, Lucius. We can always get some more. I know of a wonderful little place in Hogsmeade that has a wide variety of accessories that-"
"How dare you!" shouted an indignant Lucius. "Do you not understand the significance of these ribbons? My father gave them to me when I turned 21, just like his father did, and just like my ancestors have done for ages!"
As he continued to cry, Narcissa suddenly remembered something.
"Lucius... I believe I know where your ribbons are."
"Oh, please tell me! I can't go on without them!"
"Think, Lucius. Exactly a week ago, it was Draco's 21st birthday."
"What are you getting at? Were you involved in some sort of evil plot with that brat?"
"Don't you dare, Lucius. What I'm trying to say is that you gave them to him, as a gift. You told him that it was a tradition, did you not?"
Looking relieved, he sunk back into his chair.
"Merlin's beard! I can't believe I forgot..."
"It's perfectly fine, Lucius. We all do sometimes. Now, come on," she said, handing him a Slytherin green ribbon from his prized collection, "let's go to that shop in Hogsmeade. I'm absolutely positive that you will find some just like that old pair."
"Fine... but nothing can replace my old ones," Lucius sighed dejectedly.
"Oh, do be quiet, Lucius."
He couldn't muster up a glare, but settled with a sad look. She patted his back affectionately.
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How was it? I personally liked this chapter, just because Lucius can be pretty funny. Anyway, review if you wish.
disclaimer: Harry Potter (Pottah, according to Snapey, Draco and everyone who can't pronounce his poor last name) and his friends/enemies/lovers do NOT belong to me. They are owned by the fantabulous J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: Thanks to all those lovely people who took the time to review...I came up with a really interesting little idea today...I hope you like!
~*~
Meanwhile...in Malfoy Manor...
An angry Lucius Malfoy stormed through the dismal halls of Malfoy Manor, searching in vain for his beloved black silk ribbons. His long platinum blonde hair dishevelled, snake cane carelessly thrown at an unfortunate house elf in anger. Now was not the time to even entertain the idea of bothering Lucius...he was already in a right state.
"Lucius, why are you making such a fuss...over ribbons?" asked Narcissa, as she watched the scene, slightly amused.
He swooped down on her, a mad glint in his eyes. "My dear, they are not just ribbons! They are my ribbons! My trademark black ribbons with which I wear to tie back my luscious blonde hair!"
At this, Narcissa rolled her eyes. 'Honestly, Lucius could be so conceited at times. It's things like these that make me wonder why I wished he would get in touch with his feminine side... I didn't mean for him to get in touch with it THIS much,' she thought.
"When I find the imbecile who had the audacity to even touch my precious ribbons, I will make them beg for me to Avada their pathetic asses after I'm done with them," he said to a random portrait, who began wondering what happened to the prestige of the Malfoy line.
A few minutes later...
"Oh Narcissa, where could they be?" sobbed Lucius. "I've searched everywhere; well no, I had the house elves do most of the searching. Still, they're no where to be found!"
Narcissa rubbed his shoulders as he cried over his lost ribbons. "Come on, Lucius. We can always get some more. I know of a wonderful little place in Hogsmeade that has a wide variety of accessories that-"
"How dare you!" shouted an indignant Lucius. "Do you not understand the significance of these ribbons? My father gave them to me when I turned 21, just like his father did, and just like my ancestors have done for ages!"
As he continued to cry, Narcissa suddenly remembered something.
"Lucius... I believe I know where your ribbons are."
"Oh, please tell me! I can't go on without them!"
"Think, Lucius. Exactly a week ago, it was Draco's 21st birthday."
"What are you getting at? Were you involved in some sort of evil plot with that brat?"
"Don't you dare, Lucius. What I'm trying to say is that you gave them to him, as a gift. You told him that it was a tradition, did you not?"
Looking relieved, he sunk back into his chair.
"Merlin's beard! I can't believe I forgot..."
"It's perfectly fine, Lucius. We all do sometimes. Now, come on," she said, handing him a Slytherin green ribbon from his prized collection, "let's go to that shop in Hogsmeade. I'm absolutely positive that you will find some just like that old pair."
"Fine... but nothing can replace my old ones," Lucius sighed dejectedly.
"Oh, do be quiet, Lucius."
He couldn't muster up a glare, but settled with a sad look. She patted his back affectionately.
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How was it? I personally liked this chapter, just because Lucius can be pretty funny. Anyway, review if you wish.