Fic: Ending/Middle/Beginning.
Author: serendu
Rating: pg:13. Knowing how I write there will probably be swearing in it at some point.
Disclaimer: If you recognise it - then it isn't mine. Unfortunately. *sulks* HP belongs to Rowling, BTVS to Whedon. Lucky them.
Distribution: TTH, My LiveJournal, FF.net.
Note: Plot bunnies are still evil and wrong. Onwards and upwards. And it isn't mine. Also on the evil and wrong tip – losing a bag with pressies in and no one returning it. Even worse – a receipt – with possibly ALL my card details in the aforementioned bag. Am now without a bank card until after xmas and new year. Reduced to using expensive credit card. This is not a good thing.

The Middle.

'Inevitable!' Draco fumed. 'Why is it when you want something it's never where it should be?' He stormed back to his room to get his outdoor cloak. The weather had decided to turn to pouring rain with wind blowing up a storm. Grabbing his cloak he was about to leave when he decided to grab a second smaller cloak just in case.

***

Lucius Malfoy straightened his robes self-consciously. Nervous! He inwardly castigated himself. 'Malfoys are never nervous!' A wry smile crossed his face. Meeting possibly the most powerful witch in the world would make anyone nervous. Not counting the fact that he was being called here to be part of a spell that he was not sure was even possible. 'If anything goes wrong…'

"Mr Malfoy?" A questioning glance was answered by a simple nod from Lucius. "Do come in. We're ready for you now."

Standing and restraining himself from attempting to straighten his robes again, Lucius Malfoy entered the room and closed the door behind him.

***

Rupert Giles pinched the skin between his brows above his nose. Then he resumed cleaning his glasses. After restoring them to his face he took a deep breath and then continued.

"The council authorised this? They authorised that…" He stopped. Words failed him.

"She passed." Lucius responded quietly. He did not offer any excuses for what had happened and his part in it all.

"Whether she passed or not…" Giles trailed off. He glared at Lucius Malfoy then sighed.

"You are aware of the traditions." Lucius stated calmly. "Would you have preferred that I argued with the Council? In the situation I already was in? I was aware of their actions in your situation." He paused and then continued. "As much as I dislike her," He thought for a moment, "'connections', I took no pleasure in it. Does that relieve you?"

"Somewhat." Answered Giles. "Are you sure that your son is suitable?"

Lucius Malfoy smiled before responding with no hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Yes."

***

"This may hurt a little." The red haired witch warned him.

"I am ready." He reassured her.

"Okay." Willow paused and placed her hands on his arm. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "Integro consummatus."

White light swirled around the two figures as the sat on the floor. Lucius felt an incredible power shoot into his body via his arm, or more specifically his Dark Mark. It felt like burning only not painful he noticed. The power was increasing and he felt like he was falling into it.

Then it all went black.

***

"Oh Goddess!"

Lucius Malfoy blinked as he surfaced back into consciousness.

"Oh Goddess, I didn't mean to hurt you, I mean, I wanted that evil black mark thingy gone from your arm and I knew the spell was going to be intense but I didn't think that it would…" Willow noticed that his eyes were finally open. "How do you feel?"

"I feel…" Lucius took a breath before continuing, "I feel… incredibly… tired actually." He managed before his eyes began to shut of their own accord.

"It has gone now. Its over." He heard before drifting back into unconsciousness.

***

"Bloody Gryffindors." Draco muttered as he trudged towards the Forbidden Forest. "Can she stay inside on a night like this? Nooo, she just has to go outside." He spotted his prey. "Finally!"

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Yeah – you must have guessed by now. Whatever. One more chapter and its done.

Latin stolen from the University of Notre Dame

integro -are [to make whole , heal, refresh; to renew, begin afresh].

comsummatus -a -um, [complete, perfect].