Nothing belongs to me.
LVII: Plot
"I can't stand it anymore, Cissy!" Lucius exclaimed, his fist finding the desktop.
"I know, darling, I know…" his wife cooed, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Why does he insist on being so selfish? Right there, Narcissa." he added, referring to a spot on his neck. Narcissa massaged it at once.
"You have so much tension!"
"Yeah, I know – it's just not fair, Cissy!" Lucius pulled up the day's Daily Prophet in front of him. He flipped to the Announcements section of the paper, slapping it down. "Look at this, Cissy!" he moaned, pointing at the birth announcements. "Why does Draco insist on denying me grandchildren?"
Narcissa pursed her lips. "Now, Lucius, you know Draco doesn't want to settle down."
Lucius huffed. "And we can't arrange a marriage for him." he continued bitterly. "No witch is going to want to marry a Malfoy nowadays –"
"Except for maybe Pansy Parkinson…" his wife interjected.
Lucius shuddered. As much as he wanted grandchildren, he would not do that to his only son. "No," he replied hastily, "the only way he'll take a bride is if he's forced to –" He froze, his eyes widening.
"Lucius?"
"It's brilliant!" he said breathlessly, leaping from his armchair. Narcissa jumped rearward, looking alarmed.
"What's brilliant?"
But Lucius did not seem to hear his wife, for he was too busy scheming. "If I pretend to be fatally ill…change my will…force him to marry…Tinky…he'll marry…for the money….can brew fertility potions too...I won't be dead…force them…will fall in love over time…waiting for me to die…"
Behind him, Narcissa seemed frightened. It was never a good sign when Lucius began to talk to himself.
Lucius, however, was feeling rather triumphant. "It's brilliant!" he repeated, turning to relay his latest plot to his wife.
It was crazy, yes, risky, definitely, and it would take a lot of work, he knew it.
And Draco wouldn't like this, not at all, but it wasn't like he was going to know anything of it anyway.
The Sorting Hat didn't place Lucius Malfoy in Slytherin for nothing.