A/N : This chapter is dedicated to my beautiful reviewer DarkerBella you have given me the little boost I needed to keep on going! I even added in a little idea of yours...you know, the one which involved a rather – erm – revealing look for the sinister Malfoy...
Oh, and more on the Necromancy in later chapters. If anything seems too confusing, please tell me, I'm writing this at 2:00am with a sucky keyboard, so I would appreciate your input!
Lucius watched her, noting every imperfection, every tangle, every wrinkle. He watched, his piercing gaze burning a hole through the glass. The delicate mirror reflected the unbecoming, plain face of Ginevra Weasley, thoughtfully pulling clumps out of some pitiful-looking grass, untamed and about eight inches long. Her orange-red hair was pulled back in a messy braid, her pale lashes throwing spider-like shadows across her eyelids in the eerie sunset light. His lip curled into a sneer, his mind not able to grasp how this, this, a young girl, not even a woman, ugly in every aspect of the word, had corrupted his son and overthrown his life.
Even as his mind analyzed this thought, a new one pushed through. He carefully set down the mirror, the plain white gold glittering in the dim light. He picked up a glass of champagne and swirled it thoughtfully, wondering. Once again, on a sudden impulse, he turned and strode out of the small garden square where he had been enjoying the view of the setting sun, much like the not so tasteful view of the youngest Weasley.
He strode up the garden paths, his silver cloak brushing against flowers, bushes and statues of Greek Gods. He threw open the tall, elegant French doors and paused, the whispery curtains curling around him, the light surrounding his tall frame in splendor, his outline stark against the darkness of the manor.
He turned sharply to his left, darkness enveloping him, his being sucking in all sound, absorbing all light. He once again entered his study and lit a tall, twisting candle. His ringed fingers grasped it as he once again thumbed through the volumes...this time in the Muggle section.
Ah yes...exactly where he had thought it would be. He carefully put the book down, and headed out of the room. Lucius was a man of extreme patience and self-control. It would be best to wait until after he had washed up and eaten dinner.
Lucius stood in the middle of the vast room, eyes looking upwards at the cathedral-high peaked ceiling with the massive crystal chandelier dangling down, completely naked. His strong body slowly heaved up, then down as he quietly breathed in and out. The platinum hair tumbled down his back. A few braids by the left ear dangled slightly apart from the rest. His red mouth was slightly open and his clear ice-blue eyes were wide open.
His strong arms lifted a plain wooden bucket, and he promptly poured the icy water over his body, in the middle of his bedroom floor. He flicked his hair back, and threw the bucket to the side, ignoring the thump it made as it bounced off the wall. He was awake, and very alert.
He slowly brought his head level, and stealthily moved around the room, carefully slipping on the silver robe and swiftly skimming through the door in one sleek movement. He smiled a cat-like smile, and proceeded down the hall to his study.
Ginny screamed in pure delight, rays of sunshine dancing across her joyfully lit face as she ducked behind one of the twisted lilac bushes. Her slippery hair had untangled itself from the messy braid and now fell unlady-like over her shoulders and face. Her sparkling eyes danced as they peaked through the thick foliage as she waited with baited breath.
Thump!
A huge glob of pale green paint splattered onto her skinny frame. The old t-shirt tied she wore was tied in a knot over her naval and the worn jeans were both completely soaked from the huge amount of paint spread over them. The sound of two teenage boys shreiking like a couple of drunk nifflers out on the grass a few feet away was the only thing heard as she slowly turned, hands on hips, mouth in a pouty grimace.
"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter, you are in very, very big trouble as soon as mum finds out that you wasted her gorgeous new living-room paint all over your poor, defenseless sister," she said sternly, trying to look severe.
Ron just snorted. "Yeah right, it's not like you started the whole business when you poured the white trim all over poor, defenseless Harry's trousers." He chuckled to himself, remembering the incident fondly.
Ginny made as if to ignore him, them promptly dumped the rest of the paint over his smirking head.
Lucius raised his eyebrows at the seen before him, wondering how on earth someone could actually enjoy being completely soaked in green paint. He shook his head, and resumed making comparisons between Ginevra and the woman he was reading about.
He was sitting, once again, in the study, the mirror beside him, the book in front of him.
The woman and Ginevra were extremely alike. They both had previous lovers, and both were extremely plain and unbecoming. They both had a taste for the darker side, but also enjoyed the pretty and fluffy things in life. They also, or in Ginevra's case will, end up at the executioner's axe.
"My dear," said Lucius softly, stroking the thick pages, "I must say, you have a way with men that only one other woman with the same looks as you ever had. A manner. A...manipulatively bitchy side. You, my lovely, are exactly like the dear deceased Queen Anne Boleyn."