Chapter 2
Lucious
"He washed his hands and he dreamt of his rewards
A seat in the house of Lords."
--chumbawumba
Lucious Malfoy stormed into his living room, startling his wife and upsetting the pictures of the mantle.
"This is a vacation to him! He doesn't work. He just sits in bed all morning. He and that little bitch. It's her fault you know. She shouldn't have gotten involved."
"Now Lucious, be reasonable. First of all, you were the one pushing Draco to get married anyway. Second of all, he should be treating this as though it is a vacation, so not to draw attention from the Order, and Third he would probably love the chance to prove himself if you would just give it to him." Narcissa went back to the needle point she had been working on.
After fuming for a moment too long, Lucious came up with a weak attempt to justify his most recent temper-tantrum. "I wanted him to marry Pansy Parkinson."
"Well thank God he didn't!" Narcissa interjected. "I am not having cows for grandchildren."
Lucious smirked. "They could take after Draco.But that is beside the point! This girl.Ina.I don't know her. I don't know her family. I don't know anything."
"Well, that certainly isn't the first time. For your information, Ina's mother and I vacationed together in New York every summer and I am quite fond of her family."
There was a pause in conversation. Narcissa went back to her needle point and Lucious sat down with the Daily Prophet.
"We did make one mistake though," Narcissa said quietly.
"And what was that."
"We let him marry her before he got the mark. We should have waited until his primary devotion was the Dark Lord, not to his wife.
"Agreed."
Lucious
"He washed his hands and he dreamt of his rewards
A seat in the house of Lords."
--chumbawumba
Lucious Malfoy stormed into his living room, startling his wife and upsetting the pictures of the mantle.
"This is a vacation to him! He doesn't work. He just sits in bed all morning. He and that little bitch. It's her fault you know. She shouldn't have gotten involved."
"Now Lucious, be reasonable. First of all, you were the one pushing Draco to get married anyway. Second of all, he should be treating this as though it is a vacation, so not to draw attention from the Order, and Third he would probably love the chance to prove himself if you would just give it to him." Narcissa went back to the needle point she had been working on.
After fuming for a moment too long, Lucious came up with a weak attempt to justify his most recent temper-tantrum. "I wanted him to marry Pansy Parkinson."
"Well thank God he didn't!" Narcissa interjected. "I am not having cows for grandchildren."
Lucious smirked. "They could take after Draco.But that is beside the point! This girl.Ina.I don't know her. I don't know her family. I don't know anything."
"Well, that certainly isn't the first time. For your information, Ina's mother and I vacationed together in New York every summer and I am quite fond of her family."
There was a pause in conversation. Narcissa went back to her needle point and Lucious sat down with the Daily Prophet.
"We did make one mistake though," Narcissa said quietly.
"And what was that."
"We let him marry her before he got the mark. We should have waited until his primary devotion was the Dark Lord, not to his wife.
"Agreed."