Disclaimer: I don't own it, and I like it that way.

Author's note: Thanks to the people who reviewed. If this is your first time reading, please fill free and give comments. Oh, yeah, Damien is Lucius' younger brother. He doesn't go to Hogwarts because he killed a student at Durmstrang. His dear daddy got him off, and now he lives at home and is taught by his father in Dark Arts.

Lucius had a meeting with his brother out of the blue on day. On his way to History of Magic, he was snatched into a room. Instincts told him to punch and kick, but the snatcher held him firm.

"You still punch like a bloody woman, Lucius. I've come to warn you." His brother, Damien, rubbed his new black eye.

"About? You know I could accept any owl of some type, Damien." Damien stopped rubbing his eye and glared at him.

"You bloody well know that Father checks all the owls that come and leave that bloody mansion. If I sent what I came to tell you, I would be living in the dungeons with the house elves."

"So what is that bad that you had to come to bloody Hogwarts to snatch me from class?" Damien shook his head.

"Father is going to bind you to Vivica Daniels." "

WHAT?" Lucius did something very un-Malfoy like and dropped his jaw.

"Why?"

"You are the best suitor for young Vivica, and I am promised to some else. You are the only option."

"Whom are you bonded to?" Damien shook his head. "Narcissa Black."

Lucius lunged at his brother, grabbing him by his neck. "You listen here, Damien, you need to convince them that you want Vivica. And that Narcissa is the best for me. I l...lo.l...well, I'm fond of her." He released him, Damien catching onto his mistake: Malfoys don't love

"OH, so the infamous Lucius Malfoy has feelings," Lucius shot him a dirty look, "for someone else besides yourself."

"Look I can see what I can do but don't count on any miracles. Lucius, you have missed your History of Magic lesson."

"Binns is so bloody boring, I wish he would die."

Lucius was thinking about it; what could be so bad about marrying a whore?

Then he started to think about it.

One, he thought, the diseases I could get.

Two, the baby she's rumored to have by Severus.

And half of the Qudditch team has caught some ass by her.

Three, she's Severus'.

Four, I would be breaking Slytherin code.

Before he knew it, he was in the Common Room, sitting with Narcissa.

"It's not like I'm scared, or anything," he snapped.

"Scared of what, darling? Hopefully not me." She started to toy with his hair. Anyone else doing this would be cursed into oblivion.

"No, I'm frightened of the future." She looked at him, curious, "I don't know what's coming and I don't like it at all."

She smiled at this, "Lucius, the only reason the future isn't here because it isn't ready for you yet. Just remember that the present is still getting use to you, and when it finally does, it's the past. You're a Malfoy, always remember that. Love you, Lucius, now go to bed." She left him more confused than he was before.