Ok... this is my first Harry Potter fic (which is amazing for me) Anyway, for those who are reading my Van Helsing fic (the long one) I'm writing this story at school so it won't interfere with WWWW.

Anyway, that's besides the point. I don't own Harry Potter (wish I owned Lucius though) etc. etc.

Chaos Starts
Lucius sighed as he walked down the long hallway. The pictures of old wizards hung on both sides, contrasting greatly with the bleach white walls. His feet made no sound on the thick Berber carpeting. Up ahead he could hear commotion and new that he was about to meet up with Fudge and his committee of decorating.

A small sigh escaped the mans lips as he came to the main entrance. All around where house elves attempting to put up decorations. Once they finished something Fudge would order them to take it down and re-do it. All the walls where decorated with bright green and red with silver bells and crystal snowflakes dancing in the air. Lucius ducked as a house elf came flying through the air on the end of a ribbon.

"Fudge." Lucius said as he approached the short man. (In temper and height) "What fiasco are you planning for?"

The minister looked up with a small scowl on his thin lips. At the moment he was not in the mood to be interrupted. But, being a Malfoy, Lucius had a knack for picking the precise moments to piss people off.

"What I am planning is of little concern to you, but I know you will pester me till I tell you so I might as well get it over with now. Monsieur Barras is going to arrive in a few days, he is the head of the French foreign ministries department."

Lucius stared blankly at the plaid clothed man. "I am well aware who he is and that he is arriving."

"How?" Immediate look of skepticleness flashed onto Fudge's face. It was obvious that he hoped for Lucius to spill something about Lord Voldemort's workings or something along those lines.

"I work in the foreign ministries department… you moved me there yourself…" Lucius's stoic manner hide his amusement. The man could be so stupid at times. Of course Lucius knew M. Barras was arriving, he was a fellow death eater.

There was still the question of the garish decorations. Lucius figured that Fudge was trying to make it as "homey" as possible but was falling short… by about ten miles.

"…So… I assume the decorations are for M. Barras." Lucius said, his voice full of disdain as he looked at the decorum.

"Yes," Fudge said shortly, not wanting to deal with Lucius's scorn.

A snort came from the silver/blond haired man. "My wife could do better than this… would you mind her taking over? I believe she has been complaining of the lack of things to do, this will keep her busy for a while."

Fudge nodded in resign, he knew Lucius would bring his wife in anyway… or more appropriately his wife would come whether he liked it or not.

"Fine, fine, let her come tomorrow." He said. Lucius nodded, a small smirk on his face as he walked away.

Ok I hoped you liked it... review!