The Unexpected Second Chapter
(In which a few points from the first chapter are explained)
With a sigh, Lucius Malfoy turned around, straightened his hair and his cloak, and, having regained his composure, left the room, and was about to go down the stairs when, out of nowhere, a girl appeared right in front of him.
"Are you mad?" she said to him, looking aggravated. "Can't you do anything right? Not only are you disobeying the rules of smut, you're being completely out of character!"
For a moment, Lucius' eyes widened in surprise, but then he suppressed his true feeling, raised his eyebrows and said coolly: "Who are you, exactly?"
Now it was the girl's turn to be surprised. She was struck silent for a few seconds, then flailed her arms in anger. "It doesn't matter who I am!" she said. "You're obstructing our pleasure, as well as our possibilities to get Draco together with Harry!"
"My son?" Lucius said. "Draco, my son? Together with....." He was speechless- though from which emotion, it was impossible to tell- Anger? Disbelief? Confusion? "Excuse me?" he finally said, his voice a dangerous whisper. "I think I may have misunderstood you." It sounded not like an apology, but an accusation.
The girl was slightly intimidated now. "Draco..... erm...." She said, gazing up at him.
"You see, I think you said something about my son being together with...." Lucius said, gazing down at her distastefully. "But I am sure I misinterpreted what you were saying. Would you be so kind as to elaborate?"
The girl stayed silent. This really wasn't going the way she had hoped it would. She drew a big breath and said, hastily: "We just feel that you should be obeying the rules, and give us what we ask for."
"Which is?" said Lucius, raising one eyebrow.
"Violence." Said the girl simply, shrugging.
Lucius' eyes narrowed. "Give you what you ask for?" he repeated. "I would, but it seems you don't really know what you are asking for. Of course, if you truly want violence...." He drew his wand slowly, ".... I shall only be too happy to give it to you. However, I advise you to refrain from making any comments about my son." He was now spitting out each word, "If I were you, miss, I would be glad that I am not planning to risk a life sentence in Azkaban just for the pleasure of making you suffer, or, believe me, I would have decided that the intolerable insults you have just uttered about me and my family sorely deserve an Unforgivable."
At these words, he pointed his wand at her face. The girl whimpered. Lucius huffed at her contemptuously, and, with a powerful shove, pushed her down the stairs. Screaming, she tumbled down the stairs, and landed at the bottom with a small thud.
"Luuucius!" Narcissa Malfoy immediately called, "When will you finally learn to clean up your own mess! Now Spazzy has to do it, and you know how bad he is at cleaning up corpses!"
"In a minute, dear," Lucius said, and disapparated to Snape's house for a few very stiff drinks.
The End.
(In which a few points from the first chapter are explained)
With a sigh, Lucius Malfoy turned around, straightened his hair and his cloak, and, having regained his composure, left the room, and was about to go down the stairs when, out of nowhere, a girl appeared right in front of him.
"Are you mad?" she said to him, looking aggravated. "Can't you do anything right? Not only are you disobeying the rules of smut, you're being completely out of character!"
For a moment, Lucius' eyes widened in surprise, but then he suppressed his true feeling, raised his eyebrows and said coolly: "Who are you, exactly?"
Now it was the girl's turn to be surprised. She was struck silent for a few seconds, then flailed her arms in anger. "It doesn't matter who I am!" she said. "You're obstructing our pleasure, as well as our possibilities to get Draco together with Harry!"
"My son?" Lucius said. "Draco, my son? Together with....." He was speechless- though from which emotion, it was impossible to tell- Anger? Disbelief? Confusion? "Excuse me?" he finally said, his voice a dangerous whisper. "I think I may have misunderstood you." It sounded not like an apology, but an accusation.
The girl was slightly intimidated now. "Draco..... erm...." She said, gazing up at him.
"You see, I think you said something about my son being together with...." Lucius said, gazing down at her distastefully. "But I am sure I misinterpreted what you were saying. Would you be so kind as to elaborate?"
The girl stayed silent. This really wasn't going the way she had hoped it would. She drew a big breath and said, hastily: "We just feel that you should be obeying the rules, and give us what we ask for."
"Which is?" said Lucius, raising one eyebrow.
"Violence." Said the girl simply, shrugging.
Lucius' eyes narrowed. "Give you what you ask for?" he repeated. "I would, but it seems you don't really know what you are asking for. Of course, if you truly want violence...." He drew his wand slowly, ".... I shall only be too happy to give it to you. However, I advise you to refrain from making any comments about my son." He was now spitting out each word, "If I were you, miss, I would be glad that I am not planning to risk a life sentence in Azkaban just for the pleasure of making you suffer, or, believe me, I would have decided that the intolerable insults you have just uttered about me and my family sorely deserve an Unforgivable."
At these words, he pointed his wand at her face. The girl whimpered. Lucius huffed at her contemptuously, and, with a powerful shove, pushed her down the stairs. Screaming, she tumbled down the stairs, and landed at the bottom with a small thud.
"Luuucius!" Narcissa Malfoy immediately called, "When will you finally learn to clean up your own mess! Now Spazzy has to do it, and you know how bad he is at cleaning up corpses!"
"In a minute, dear," Lucius said, and disapparated to Snape's house for a few very stiff drinks.
The End.
