I don't own Harry Potter, I just like torturing the characters.
Lucius Malfoy couldn't stop himself from staring at the teenager. The hair told him that she was a Potter, what other family had that wild raven hair, but it was her eyes that were truly captivating.

Sharp and alive, they revealed passion and fire that most pureblooded witches, his wife included, lacked. Their families taught them to be regal Ice Queens.

And absolutely no fun. But then you had the occasional exceptions, like this Potter girl, that were just waiting to be captured and tamed by someone.

Like him

So once her friend betrayed him, and the Potter was glaring at him, he just calmly strolled over to them. Veda Baragon, whom he knew because of his business, was giggling maniacally, the Potter girl struck her in the side with her elbow, forcing her to be quiet.

Oh yes, definitely a fireball.

"How do you do ladies?" He said with a smile. Her companion giggled again, earning a deadly look.

"May I ask why I'm so terribly interesting to a married man such as yourself?" She said bluntly, nodding briefly to his wedding band, then meeting his eyes and holding them.

Not something many people dared to do.

This should be amusing. He thought as he smiled his most charming smile.

"You'll forgive me, but you are rather captivating, like a finely painted portrait." She blushed, saying a little too calmly, "My friend and I have to get back to school. Being fifth years means a rather large volume of work." With that she turned to leave, he asked, "Might I have the pleasure of your name?" She studied him for a moment appraisingly.

"Elizabeth." She answered, still blushing. Her friend burst into hysterics, and Elizabeth shoved her rudely out the door yelling idiots who couldn't shut their laughing off needed to be publicly executed, which only served to insight her friend more. A devilish grin played on his face as he watched the two disappear.

She wouldn't tame easily, but that only added to her appeal. Lucius calmly left Honeyduke's.

He had a letter to write.


Veda couldn't stop laughing the whole way back to the castle while Liz remained blushing.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY VEDA!" Liz finally yelled as they entered the great hall, nodding curtly to a few people.

"Yes it is! Liz that had to be one of the finest gents in England, and he was being positively shameless with you!"

"He's ALSO a Malfoy, which means he believes that nonsense about pure-bloods being the only true wizards, and the rest being best dead." That certainly got Veda to shut up, and Liz didn't talk either. Despite what she'd just said, she had to admit, he was rather dashing. And she would've loved to feel those soft locks…

Liz shook her head.

Insanity! He was a Malfoy, and married. The only place a relationship like that could take her was, as an American might say, the "Heartbreak hotel." Not only that, but she could as good as kiss her family good-bye if they ever found out.

No she thought as she opened her divination book, he's a firecracker in the hand if there ever was one. Best to let it be. So with new resolve, she and Veda worked on their star charts, though they lacked the friendly chatter and teasing that usually characterized their friendship.


Note from the Chica: The next chapter should be a fun one, because we get to see Lucius wooing Liz, until she finally cracks, and meets him!