Author notes: First Fanfic. Don't know where its going. Have an Idea but not sure. Review if you wish but do not flame.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Feel a little strange to be an adult engrossed in a children's book but what the hey.
DIAGON ALLEY
"Argh!" as Arthur Weasely charged Lucius Malfoy.
"Arthur, NO!" Molly shrieked at her husband and the wizard he was tussling with in broad daylight in front of the children. The children; Ron, Harry, Hermione and the rest Weasely clan were all cheering for Arthur. Draco alone was cheering for his father.
"Arthur! Lucius Stop!"
At her saying of his name, Malfoy senior looked up to the eyes who once ruled his world allowing Arthur to sucker punch him. Two enormous hands reached to separate the combatants. "Arthur! And Mister Malfoy stop yer fightin in the streets. Yer disturbin the peace!" Hagrid had arrived and stopped the embarrassing scuffle before it escalated into a war of wands. The combatants eventually dispersed. Molly Weasely fussed over her husband and her words carried over to Lucius.
"Arthur Weasely! Fighting in the Middle of the Street with the likes of him! What were you thinking!!
MALFOY MANOR
In his library, surrounded by his books and with a Cognac in hand, Lucius Malfoy looked the picture of composure despite the state of his robes. He should feel satisfied in laying a trap for Potter and using the blood traitors to do so. He should feel grim satisfaction and malicious anticipation. Suddenly, he hurled the snifter of Cognac into the fireplace.
"What does she mean the Likes of ME?"
A pop and small timid voice asks "Master, would like another Cognac while Toffee cleans?"
"GET OUT!" He snarled spitting at the small elf in the filthy dishtowel. A squeak and a whimper as he lashed out with his foot. The elf popped out of the room. His foot connected with the candelabra near the chair. His foot stung with the impact as did his pride.
Picking on the help again? IF only your looks and money could buy a consideration of those you deem beneath you. A phantom voice asks in his mind. The voice is husky and full of humor. A ghost of a woman not dead. The eighteen year old voice of a woman who looked at him this night with loathing and fear.
"You would never guess would you, Arthur, that I was your beloved Molly's first lover!"
His laugh was bitter as he stalked towards the crystal decanter with Louis Tre the only muggle thing he liked. He gripped the glass and sloshed half the bottle into the glass.
Downed half of that before he made it to his chair, the brooding chair as Narcissa called it. That particular vexing woman was intelligent enough to keep out of his way this night. She took one look at his face and decided that she needed to go visit a cousin in Romania for the rest of the week. Ostensibly to get over the tear of having to send their only child to school, the selfish bitch was probably rendezvousing with her latest paramour.
Perhaps I asked Arthur is Molly still whimpers when she comes? If she still comes, with that Clod Weasely pawing her. His bitter smile was practically a snarl. But he could not delude himself, if the number of Weasely children were any indication, the Weasely marriage bed was warm as his was cold.
Fire and Ice. When ever Molly and I meet, the sparks fly. Another gulp of Cognac and he started to warm. Unfortunate that the Cognac cannot warm my heart or my soul. I remember the fire that warmed me. The smell of her hair and the taste of her mouth still filled him. He groaned. After all these years, she still haunted him.
We both knew that our connection could never be severed. A throaty laugh followed. How long have you spent trying to forget me? To forget our last year at Hogwart's? Even as your pureblooded perfect hostess twitched beneath you silently enduring your effort to secure an heir, how often did you wish it was me?
Never! I have never compared you to Narcissa!
Liar! Remember me . . . . Remember us . . . .
Hogwart's Eighteen years ago
"Prewett! I would release those second years if I were you. "Lucius Malfoy, Head boy and unadulterated Prince of Slytherin voice held the hint of concern. His smirk belied the tone in his voice. "I would hate for it to be said that the Head Girl was prone to bias against those not of her house." He smoothed his long hair carelessly. His father hated that he had decided to let it go long over the summer. Lucius knew the old-fashioned elegant style suited him.
"Malfoy.", Molly Prewett straightened her back forcing her not inconsiderable bosom more into prominence. "I would hate to have it said the Head Boy lets Slimy little Beasts who spy on Girls in the Lavoratory get away with it solely because they wear Green and Silver on their Robes." Her voice rose and made the words capitalized with her emphasis.
"Really Prewett. I am shocked!" Lucius adopted both voice and face to his mock outrage.
"How novel! I found something that could Shock a Malfoy!" Molly kept her grip on both the little rodents as she whirled them to face Lucius. "What shocks you I wonder? The fact they did it or that that they got caught."
"The fact they were foolish enough to get caught. I shall have to deduct house points for conduct unbecoming a Slytherin." Molly's eyes went wide and she took in a great rush of air. Lucius knew from previous experience she was building up steam for a torrent of insults and display of temper. It truly amazed him that anyone related to the Blacks could be sorted into Gryffindor and be that passionate about Right and Wrong of all things.
"Ah! Mister Malfoy and Miss Prewett!" Said a cheerful voice to their left. Headmaster Albus Dumbledoore came into view. "I was looking for you two for a special project and here to my great delight I find you both together."
"Headmaster!" Molly and Lucius said together!
"Misters Pritchet and Bracknov should be reporting to The Groundskeepers cottage as they have detention for spying on their female classmates. I am sure a three weeks of mucking out the Thestral's stalls will educate them as to their folly", Dumbledore smiled like a kindly grandfather. "Now sirs, Go!"
The two boys fled leaving only Molly and Lucius to await the announcement of their 'special' project.
Next one is their special project.