A/N: I just want to say thanks to everyone who wished my mom well. She should be getting to go home tomorrow and thankfully she seems to be doing better with the second surgery.
When Lucius arrived at his Manor, He instantly noticed the wards he had set before leaving had been breached. He had placed some very dark wards on the old place and the fact that they had been broken, seemingly easily, confirmed his fears that the wizard creating the problems knew what he was doing.
He made quick work of pulling his wand as he entered the Manor, hoping whomever had broken the wards was still there so he could take care of the problem quickly. He hated the idea of his child being born while this guy was still out there. He knew the wizard was of the darker nature and would probably stop at nothing to make sure the child wasn't born at all or quickly disposed of after the birth.
He walked through the Manor quietly, using all of his senses to detect if anyone was still there. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness, his ears were tuned into any noise around him, he lessened his breathing and made sure his steps were light.
He searched for a solid hour, finding nothing until he reached his study. The room looked like it had before he left with the exception of a tall man sitting in his chair, fingers entwined with a sneer of pure disgust on his face.
"Fucking Mudbloods now?" Rockwood asked in a calm voice.
"What the hell are you doing here, Rockwood?" Lucius growled in response, "Coming into this Manor uninvited has been the cause of many deaths."
Rockwood waved his hand in a dismissive gesture "Your threats mean nothing, Malfoy, absolutely nothing." He replied with a slow drawl, "I have come here to speak with you on … a disturbing matter."
"And what would that be?" Lucius asked, already knowing by the mans first statement.
"The matter at hand is the fact that you are fucking and impregnated a Mudblood." Rockwood stood from the chair and walked around the desk so that he was facing Lucius.
"The Lucius Malfoy I use to respect would never lower himself or his standards to bed a Mudblood."
"Things change, Rockwood, and I'm warning you to stay away from her."
Rockwood laughed, "I will not allow you to do this to yourself, I will not allow you to soil your family name and bloodline for a half-blood brat or its filthy mother."
"You must be forgetting whom you are speaking to." Lucius growled, "Who I bed and what happens to my bloodline is my business, not yours and you will do well to back off."
"And if I don't?" Rockwood asked with a sneer
"You will leave her in more pieces the a muggle puzzle." He answered, raising his wand towards the ugly man.
Rockwood just shook his head, "You will not win on this. What do you think our Lord would have thought about this? What the other Purebloods that have respected your family line for centuries would think? Do you think I'm the only one who would be against this?"
"I could care less what Voldemort would say, I could care less what the other Purebloods would say, and for the final question, I will take you all one at a time if need be to defend her and my child."
"Thenyou leave me not choice." Rockwood stated as he raised his wand even with Lucius' chest, "All you had to do was listen and this would not be happening."
Lucius smirked at the man. He obviously hadn't thought about the fact that a fellow dark wizard lived in this manor and had wards so that no one could harm him.
"You look awfully calm for someone who is getting ready to die." Rockwood stated.
"Consider this a way to get me out of my misery." Lucius replied as he lowered his wand and held his arms out, leaving his chest open.
Rockwood was slightly confused. He thought Lucius was happy with the filth and had even claimed he would protect her.
"Then getting you out of your misery will be my pleasure."
A green light shot from Rockwood's wand and landed right in the center of Lucius' chest. Lucius remained smiling as the killing curse ricochet off and flew back to Rockwood, killing him instantly. Lucius walked around the dead man, smirking as if he were the cat that got the cream. He didn't feel a bit of remorse for the man currently laying on his study floor, not in the least.
He had changed his ways when it came to Hermione but he was still Lucius Malfoy and his world did not revolve around kittens and anything fluffy. He was a slytherin and ex-deatheater, he might have made exceptions for the young witch but something's never changed and he would not stand for anyone trying to harm what he considered to be his.
He stepped over the body and went to his cabinet, pulling out a bottle of Whiskey in the process. He needed to get rid of the body without anyone knowing what happened as he was sure Dumbledore would not let him stay with her if the threat had been removed. He had liked the idea of staying with her constantly and he'd be dammed if the stupidly of another wizard would ruin that for him.
After two glasses of Whiskey, he transfigured the body into a log before throwing it into the fire and starting it. He finally left his study a few minutes later and went on to collecting his needed belongings so that he could get back to Hermione.