Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Friends in Motion and The Odd Wizard

It was not even daylight when Blaise went back to bed, he contemplated his new appointment and Lucius' oddball behavior. He looked different, dressed like Draco, very strange. Even stranger, Lucius looked at ease in Muggle clothes. He said long locks were out; it was time to modernize. He added everyone should be ready for the big change; Muggle clothes were in, amongst other coming changes. Blaise wondered what he meant.

Lucius hadn't given him a hug since he was seven, but he had squeezed Theo's and his own upper arms and nearly hurt them. It had been a true caring hug. It made him long for the Lucius long ago. And what was up with the scary smile, maybe he had finally cracked. Blaise wondered what the hidden meaning of Lucius' frequent laughter was. The laughs were frightening, sounding as if he were planning something wicked because he probably was. Wicked but maybe good; he had said the traitors would pay. Blaise shook his head to clear it.

Blaise went by Gringotts as soon as they opened. Using the scrolls Lucius gave him, he deleted Astoria's name. Now, she was no longer authorized to access Draco's vaults, and he also canceled all her accounts in exclusive shops. It gave him great pleasure because he hated Astoria. He opened the new account, large by any means, but meager compared to what she had the day before. He also put a charm to alert him of any intrusions to many of the Malfoy vaults as ordered by the new, frightening Lucius. But he had a feeling it might be a good change.

"For you Draco, may you be well and alive. We won't stop looking." With that he went to the urgent meeting, he knocked at George Weasley's home. Other rebels were already waiting inside, so cries of despair greeted his news.

Though Hermione had vanished in front of their eyes, she had used her bracelet to send a sign all was well; regardless, she now was gone. The atmosphere was somber, but as Weasley had pointed out, maybe things could look up. As if they could, though one could never know, not one of them could see any good coming out of this.

Lucius, personally, supervised removing Astoria, because Lucius didn't trust anyone else to accomplish this task. But he brought Greg along and ordered him to ensure no family jewelry was taken before she left. It was not yet 4:00 A. M. when he sent Astoria away. Lucius was on top of Astoria's games. When he came into her room, she didn't cover her transparent nightgown; moreover, she had been flirting outrageously, with both him and Greg. Of course, Lucius knew Greg was her confidant. Thus, Lucius had already reminded him that he had one strike.

Greg had turned hard and cold towards Astoria. Lucius knew that the intimacy between Astoria and Goyle had to end. They were lovers, and Lucius was going to demand loyalty.

Whereas Lucius suspected that Greg would be true to himself and to his career with him, Lucius wasn't going to trust him; thus, Theo was in charge of ensuring that Astoria stayed gone. When Theo came into the room, Greg understood Lucius didn't trust him, and his career might be ruined if he took a false step.

Lucius acknowledged Astoria was part of whatever was going on, a minor player, but an insider. So, Who made Draco marry Astoria? Exactly, he thought connecting the dots. He thought Astoria was disgusting, so he wrinkled his nose around her, like she stunk. She did to him, stinking like a sex witch in Diagon Alley.

She noticed Lucius' disgusted face and was irate. Finally, Lucius left the suite with Greg, but not before posting a house elf and one of his trusted guards. She had one hour to pack and go. When she opened the wardrobes and jewelry boxes, she was aghast; the furs, valuable vintage ball gowns, and jewelry belonging to the Malfoy house were gone.

Lucius wanted to warn Greg, "I know you are Astoria's lover. But if I were to find out you talk to her once more, let alone see her, you cannot longer work for me. Hopefully you are not part of Draco's disappearance, because those involved will be judged, not by me. Do you understand me?" Lucius asked.

Greg wanted to scream; he had been played by Astoria; moreover, he had betrayed his best friend.

"Yes sir." Greg answered softly and went back into the room. Astoria was dead to him. Theo looked at Greg with contempt; he knew about Astoria, they all did. Greg was an idiot, betraying Draco and Daphne for this nasty witch.

Lucius was thinking ahead, his mind working non-stop. Hermione and he were leaving before the day was over. He was taking her to an island. One that only he knew; well one his son also knew, but he wasn't around, not dead as witnesses had said. He still had hopes, particularly if his theories were right. Then, after a year, she would come back as his good wife, perhaps with Draco as well.

As for right now, the official news was, that all his actions had been executed as planned. They were an effort to improve the chance for peace between factions. They had to leave because his poor dear witch was delicate with the Malfoy child.

Lucius had married her after his son had notified him of the pregnancy. He would give Draco the credit, he wasn't a fool, he was doing this for all of them. Draco wouldn't be able to marry her if he came back, not while Astoria lived, just perfect.

Only one could marry Hermione, but both could impregnate her, great. Yes, unknown to Lucius, that was what Draco had hoped for. He was his son after all. It was funny how their love for the witch would turn things around; in any case, nobody got away by going against a Malfoy, and sooner or later all those traitors were found.

Lucius would say he was sorry to have kept the union secret, that would be the official word. He would hold the press conference without Hermione, saying the dancing last night had been too overwhelming, and he had decided to take her away. Yes, that was what he would do.

As for her friends, let them rant and rave, give them promotions, blackmail them, deposit a fat sum in their vaults. Perhaps tell them he would kill her if they complained; no, no, that would get back to his witch. The Dark Lucius persona had to go. Of course, he would make sure her friends, the rebels, and their families were unharmed and protected; it was all part of his plan.

He had the list with the names of rebels; many were her friends, which included little Blaise Zabini, and the Pucey lad, and their families, as if Lucius didn't know. He knew the witch had a large following, and Draco had brought many with him. Good, he would need them all. An army of those wanting the coming future, to fight those that dreaded the change that was upon them. He would also need the Magical international faction, also here, trying to bring him down, to help.

He would send her friends the funds to look for Draco; he would put Blaise in charge of the official committee. He would do the same with her parents. Her parents, as in three, since her mother lived with twin brothers, which worked perfect for him, they would be open to their daughter's new situation.

He wanted to help her group. They were right saying they had the intelligence, so in the event Hermione remembered, which she would, that was a given, he would come out on top.

This was a win-win, situation. Draco well knew the Malfoy-laws and had offered his former wife to him. Draco might be a rebel, but foremost he was a Malfoy, and Draco had been right about their witch; he was a smart wizard.

Draco wanted his father to look at the witch, more than once. He had even told him to invite her to the Manor, his Draco was indeed his son, smart and cunning. "Father, have you looked at Miss Granger? Beautiful and powerful, you couldn't ask for more. Imagine her as your wife."

He still hoped Draco was found; yet, he was no longer desperate. He was on the right track, and he would be merciless when he found those behind his son's abduction. He knew the witch was for both, come to think of it, he would like to see them, Draco and Hermione, again. To see them engaged with each others bodies; he would marveled at beauty of it. At the thought of Draco and Hermione, his cock said, "YES," and his fatherly love screamed louder, "YES!' Now, he was waiting for that day.

Well, should Astoria find an untimely demise; they would royal celebration. The father and son Malfoy marrying their queen, yes, that was it, a wedding of a fairy tale. Hmm, maybe some others would have to die for real, oh well. No, it was not a maybe, it was a for sure.

Muggleborn witches and wizards were to be contacted; it was all outlined in the new edict. His thoughts flew inside his rapid-firing neurons, full of erotic images and plans for the future, and a future was there for the taking.

All new marriages were to be curtailed, effective immediately, until each license was reviewed and approved by a Ministry he would establish. Even bonded pairs would be reviewed. The only exception would be the love unions; those would be easily verified.

No Muggleborn witches, unless the love exception, could be married to other than Purebloods, same for Muggleborn wizards because they were to marry Pureblood witches. It was necessary for a new future, a renewal of magical cores. No more discrimination, magical beings, whether centaurs, goblins, werewolves, etc. would be all part of the coming change.

Love was a trump card, and he knew of two experts on seeing love by just looking. One had been pushed into the veil. Yes, the key word was pushed, not killed. That was also easily solved. He knew the one to do it, besides he needed Sirius Black to flush out the traitors, his other gift. He just knew the one to get him out. The other one, the expert on love, was Arthur Weasley, indeed. Smart Arthur had loved evil Bella, but he had chosen Lucius' first love, a good witch, Molly Prewett.

Those married under a year to less than a Pureblood, were to receive magical sterility until his committee could review all the cases, and so on. Again, he would use the love card, He was a genius, the soon to be savior of the Wizarding world.

He needed the best Curse-breakers, because he wanted the Half-blood and the Krum lads back.

Potter would be his right hand, after all, he had won over the Dark Lord. Who had cursed Potter and Krum and killed the Weasley lad? He thought he might know; that one hated the witch and wanted to hurt her. As for Krum, the Bulgarian wizards would be needed.

Lucius smelled his fingers, and his eyes closed in delight. Then he re-gloved without washing his hands.

He picked up his cane, swallowed an all-night sleep restoring potion, a family secret, and left. Never mind, no more cane; he created a dragon and silver belt with a wand holster and liked the idea. His witch wore a sexy halter around her thigh; he sighed remembering.

When Lucius left the sun still hadn't come out. He went by the Ministry where all waited for him, he had Owl them, and left his instructions which included the new Muggle and Magical Creatures Act, designed to protect all Muggle-born, Magical creatures, and their families, as well as pardons for all political prisoners, effective this day. The edicts would be published everywhere to let the hidden know that they could return.

Azkaban was to be closed and mothballed. His witch was an advocate of this initiative, and had proposed a new confining facility. Put one of her friends in charge to make it happen.

Everyone commented about his disconcerting smile, and the eerie glow his eyes emitted, and they scurried away as soon as they saw him. The glow was pure joy, breaking the darkness inside of him.

Poor Arthur Weasley, he nearly had a stroke when he was called into the Minister's office; he had heard of those who never came back from private meetings. His heart gave a flop when he saw Percival sitting in the waiting room. His son was trembling as a leaf, he squeezed his son's arm, reassuring him.

"Arthur, Percival, please sit," why was Lucius smiling? It wasn't a good sign. What a strange smile, neither could recall such a sight. It wasn't fake, just unnerving, as if it were untried and his face muscles were unaccustomed. Father and son shuddered with apprehension, waiting for the other shoe to drop and crush them like bugs.

Less than twenty minutes later, "Greetings to your lovely wife and other children. Congratulations on the promotions; they are well deserved, and Percival be prepared for long hours while we are gone. You will need to make sure the Muggle and Magical creatures Act is widely publicized and fully enacted, work with Blaise and Theo. Arthur, you work on the closing of Azkaban. I will also need your son William, and the Dragon tamer, have them come in two hours. Your other son, the twin, Theo will contact him." He stopped and smiled crookedly, making the two Weasley wizards shiver, both were covered with goosebumps. Neither heard the astute slip of the tongue, but they would later recall it, while we are gone. Lucius was following his plan, step by step.

Father and son, walked away and went straight to the men's bathroom since their bladders were weak with the fear that wouldn't go away. They were speechless and looked behind them for the rest of the day; dual fat promotions, besides of bonuses and private secretaries, new homes, large vaults, something was wrong. Was he planning to kill all of them?

They told George about the meeting with Lucius; remarking that Lucius had not mentioned Hermione, not once. What had the Dark Wizard done to her? Maybe he had killed her, and what were they to do, she was the one with clout, the one who was admired and courted by the rich and powerful? They would survive, that was what they would do.

The surprises were not yet over, their mouths opened in astonishment when they saw the posted sign at Hermione's office. A brand-new shiny gold-plated sign, -Deputy Minister and Minister of Magical Beings Rights-.

Looking closer, they saw that it wasn't gold plated, it was pure gold. A crowd of well-known decorators and artisans were pouring into the office. They were busy, discussing the decorating theme, both Weasley blinked frozen in were discussing a small adjacent chamber decorated in soft pastels, strange.

Lucius met with Bill, Charley, and George. He gave them specific orders. He wanted to investigate several things. He was nearly certain of at least one ringleader. He told them he figured out why the abductors made Draco strip. He should have figured it out earlier. The reason was simple, because all Malfoy clothing was traceable, a family secret. It needed specific charms, but it could be done. That was a secret Astoria never learned. But there was someone who knew it, and that was the trail to the guilty ones. Bill understood and cursed; they should have all figured it out. The question was why? Regardless, now they had hope to find Draco. He hadn't thought about it since it was a Malfoy secret; but now that his eyes were open, it made perfect sense; it sure did. But where was Draco?

Later during the day, into the early afternoon, Hermione opened her eyes; she didn't feel well, and her entire body ached. Ah, she remembered, her beloved husband had taken her dancing for Valentine's, so she would do well to have a quiet time today. How strange, her room looked different? No, it must be her migraine.

Silly witch why should her beloved Lucius have changed anything; she turned around to go back to sleep. Ah, he was so romantic last night, and the hot and delicious shagging which followed, just like during that night at the stable, the day when she became his or was it with Draco and him, yes that was it, with both her beloved. She yawned and closed her eyes.