I do not own Lucius Malfoy... wish I did but I don't damn him for being soooo hot.
Okay done drooling and Muse #3 is raring to go.
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Chez Malfoy
A year had passed since Draco-The-Brat had walked out of her last job and she had delivered her healthy son a time later. She stood before the ornate gates of Malfoy Manor. The grounds as well kept as the family as she sought entrance and lifted a thin arm up to rap on the door with worn knuckles. She gave a squeek when a house-elf answered the door. Her son still slept in her arms as she looked around the entryway. Her blonde hair hung over the dark green cape as she pulled it off and dropped it over a hook for the elf to ake it away. She smoothed a hand over the long emerald top she wore over a darker skirt. Her shoes clicking lightly on the wood floor.
She was led to a study decorated in dark wood and darker paint. The he-elf cleared his throat and spoke in a rather high voice, "Master has a visitor, Ebbie showed her in he did. Ebbie leaves you now." The house elf disappeared. She removed the hat she wore and set it on the divan beside her. Her nearly clear blue eyes watched the older gentleman. She stood when he finally took notice of her.
"Bonjour Monsieur Malfoy. Comment vous applez-vous?" She offered without thinking, her english disapperaing in her nervousness of meeting the man Draco both revered and feared often within the same sentance.
He arched a brow slightly and with a sneer to his aristocratic demeure he spoke evenly and without feeling. "Cava bien, Je prefere anglais s'il vous plait." He said as he offred his hand.
"English yes right.. I am sorry the voice of the land of my birth often takes presidence whether I wish it or not. I am Alexandra Dupree. I've sent you several owls and recieved your request to come to the house just recently. I am pleased that you have taken interest in my curiosity of Lord Voldemorte's return." she shook the larger hand and offered the severe man a small smile as she retook her seat and lay the boy in her lap as she watched his grandfather.
"Yes your eagerness and qualifications have interested me almost as much as that child does. Tell me Lexi, I believe that is how my son reguarded you when he spoke of you... Why it is a twenty-six-year-old woman found solice in the arms of a meer boy of eighteen?" HE tilted his head slightly and gave that mock grin then his face tightened once more. "I assure you had I known of this frequent copulation that ensued between my son and you I would have ended it long ago."
"Mr. Malfoy I assure you it ws not my intention to bed your son of all people. It just happened and only once despite what he says," She tried to control her anger as she watched him. Her son stirring on her lap. He felt her tension and began to whimper as she lifted him from the blanket he was wrapped in andpat his small back as his downy blonde curls bounced softly. "I came to you asking for work. I Remember you from when I Was younger. From before Draco was even born. My parents and I were here on holiday and you were preaching as it were in a support meeting for the Death Eaters. You my parents all bear that tattoo of the Dark Mark on your forearm."
He had turned to look out his study window. At the mention of the meetings when she was little. He suddenly turned back around, "I don't know you. I don't know your parents. I don't know what you are talking about aside from my son. If this is my grandson he will stay here." He walked toward the sleeping baby and hoisted him into long arms. TUrning him first left than right he made a clicking noise.
Turning cold grey eyes on her he regarded her for a moment. "Ms. Dupree. You and your son will stay in the manor. You will not leave without my permission. Not to the grounds. Not to town. Nowhere. Do you understand?" He turned and arched his brow once more giving her that superior look of satisfaction once more. He called for a house elf when she bowed her head and nodded. He kept the baby and she was lead off into the depths of the gracious manor it was nothing like the hovel she had been in before.
Okay done drooling and Muse #3 is raring to go.
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Chez Malfoy
A year had passed since Draco-The-Brat had walked out of her last job and she had delivered her healthy son a time later. She stood before the ornate gates of Malfoy Manor. The grounds as well kept as the family as she sought entrance and lifted a thin arm up to rap on the door with worn knuckles. She gave a squeek when a house-elf answered the door. Her son still slept in her arms as she looked around the entryway. Her blonde hair hung over the dark green cape as she pulled it off and dropped it over a hook for the elf to ake it away. She smoothed a hand over the long emerald top she wore over a darker skirt. Her shoes clicking lightly on the wood floor.
She was led to a study decorated in dark wood and darker paint. The he-elf cleared his throat and spoke in a rather high voice, "Master has a visitor, Ebbie showed her in he did. Ebbie leaves you now." The house elf disappeared. She removed the hat she wore and set it on the divan beside her. Her nearly clear blue eyes watched the older gentleman. She stood when he finally took notice of her.
"Bonjour Monsieur Malfoy. Comment vous applez-vous?" She offered without thinking, her english disapperaing in her nervousness of meeting the man Draco both revered and feared often within the same sentance.
He arched a brow slightly and with a sneer to his aristocratic demeure he spoke evenly and without feeling. "Cava bien, Je prefere anglais s'il vous plait." He said as he offred his hand.
"English yes right.. I am sorry the voice of the land of my birth often takes presidence whether I wish it or not. I am Alexandra Dupree. I've sent you several owls and recieved your request to come to the house just recently. I am pleased that you have taken interest in my curiosity of Lord Voldemorte's return." she shook the larger hand and offered the severe man a small smile as she retook her seat and lay the boy in her lap as she watched his grandfather.
"Yes your eagerness and qualifications have interested me almost as much as that child does. Tell me Lexi, I believe that is how my son reguarded you when he spoke of you... Why it is a twenty-six-year-old woman found solice in the arms of a meer boy of eighteen?" HE tilted his head slightly and gave that mock grin then his face tightened once more. "I assure you had I known of this frequent copulation that ensued between my son and you I would have ended it long ago."
"Mr. Malfoy I assure you it ws not my intention to bed your son of all people. It just happened and only once despite what he says," She tried to control her anger as she watched him. Her son stirring on her lap. He felt her tension and began to whimper as she lifted him from the blanket he was wrapped in andpat his small back as his downy blonde curls bounced softly. "I came to you asking for work. I Remember you from when I Was younger. From before Draco was even born. My parents and I were here on holiday and you were preaching as it were in a support meeting for the Death Eaters. You my parents all bear that tattoo of the Dark Mark on your forearm."
He had turned to look out his study window. At the mention of the meetings when she was little. He suddenly turned back around, "I don't know you. I don't know your parents. I don't know what you are talking about aside from my son. If this is my grandson he will stay here." He walked toward the sleeping baby and hoisted him into long arms. TUrning him first left than right he made a clicking noise.
Turning cold grey eyes on her he regarded her for a moment. "Ms. Dupree. You and your son will stay in the manor. You will not leave without my permission. Not to the grounds. Not to town. Nowhere. Do you understand?" He turned and arched his brow once more giving her that superior look of satisfaction once more. He called for a house elf when she bowed her head and nodded. He kept the baby and she was lead off into the depths of the gracious manor it was nothing like the hovel she had been in before.