Keeping his calm disposition and sitting upright in a respectable posture, Lucius heaved a silent sigh.

More questions. He hated being questioned. He had nothing to hide, of course, just the fact that he was being questioned for his answers to be put in Newspapers and such made him... agitated.

"Mister Malfoy, would you say you were wrongly accused of the crimes you supposedly commited?" questioned Hermione, who crossed her arms lightly as well as her legs, giving him an inquisitive look. This could be 'fun' after all.

"The charges that were held against me I could not deny," Lucius explained ruefully, not looking at her, not wanting to see that smug look on that filthy little mudbloods face-
"I was caught in an act of self-righteousness, and I do believe the consequences were severe yet reasonable."

Hermione nodded.
Now his answers were just boring, long and aristocraticly challenged-
he could enter her thoughts. Must always remember that, never forget it. Vital thing to remember; dangerous thing to forget.

"Were your makeshift living quarters satisfactory? A great wizard such as yourself should be provided of worthy-"
She silenced herself as she received a 'look' from him before he answered rather blatantly.

"That question is quite absurd, if I do say so myself," Lucius stated, before actually providing her with a suitable answer. "and a talented witch such as yourself should remember that the Dementors of Azkaban show no mercy towards any poor fool who finds himself locked there for more than a days time. My cell was the same as all others. Patheticly small, cramped, and uncomfortable." He finished with a sniff, raising a brow as his gaze was averted to the fire once more.

Slightly taken aback, Hermione nodded. "I see," she said thoughtfully with a little sigh.
"What would you say you missed the most, Mister Malfoy?"
Ooo. Stumping question! She had him here, a man without a heart, a man such as /Lucius Malfoy/ surely did not miss a thing--

"I admit I missed my wife more than anything," answered the dead looking man before her as he fixed her with a gaze that clearly said something like, 'What are you up to?' without words.
"She recently passed on, not long after I was released."

Hermione was so taken aback that she actually stuttered, chocolate brown orbs widening in surprise, a light blush on her cheeks as she kneaded her hands nervously.
"I'm terribly sorry to hear that, sir." She said quietly, though jumped when he snapped, "Next question, if you will."

Obviously, Lucius didn't like to converse about his wife. At all.

"How has Draco taken the loss of you over the years, sir?" she asked, fixing the quill again, as it had actually jumped at Lucius's abrupt tone of voice.

"Draco has not forgiven me for missing out on so many... things in his life, but I believe he will in time. At the moment, he refuses to speak with me." Lucius sounded rather amused at this, although no smile could be seen on his face, not a single trace.

"In other words, you do long for your sons love?" Hermione questioned, brow furrowing. She'd never seen this side of Lucius before..

"What father wouldn't want his son to love him?" Lucius asked, his tone suggesting her question was once again, 'stupid', due to lack of better word.

"I don't know, really." Hermione answered conversationally. "Excuse me for saying so, but you just never struck me as the type to want love from someone."

"Which is why you're writing a report for the Daily Prophet, and I'm working for the ministry." Lucius couldn't help that one. It slipped, and that damn quill wrote it down!

Hermione sighed. "On to the next question, then."
Maybe he hadn't changed all that much, after all..
"Do you hold a grudge against Cornellius Fudge?"

"That question is going a little too far, Miss Granger. I do not hold a grudge against Fudge, no, but I will not elaborate any further," Lucius shook his head lightly, as if emphasizing the point.

Hermione bit the inside of her cheek lightly.
This interview pretty much sucked so far..

Oh well. Perhaps it would get better.