The Explosion
10 Days Ago
Malfoy Manor was once home to a highly respected family in the Wizarding World. Lucius Malfoy was the head of a family that was considered one of the Sacred 28, 28 families that still had pureblood lineage. Unlike the others, they had no interest in interacting with halfbloods or what they called mudbloods, which they chose to keep as is. It's often said of that you will never find the Malfoys at the scene of the crime, even if their fingerprints might be all over the guilty wand. Independently wealthy, they never had a need to work and they have generally preferred the role of power behind the throne, happy for others to do the dirty work and to take the responsibility for failure. It's said that they helped finance many of their preferred candidates' election campaigns, which allegedly includes hexing the competition.
They were once supportive of Voldemort, Lucius himself a Death Eater and his son, Draco, one in training. Narcissa Malfoy, the matriarch, had a sister named Bellatrix Black, who was the most fanatical supporter of Voldemort and happily killed for him. However, as time progressed, they began to realize Voldemort held no favor in who served him. Even as he used their home, he had no problem demeaning or humiliating Lucius. This led to the family switching sides, lying that Harry Potter was truly dead so that she and her husband could take their son and leave before the battle of Hogwarts that led to their leader's death.
It was only because of their lie that the Malfoys were given reprieve. Despite this, Lucius and Narcissa still looked down on others that didn't fit pureblood standards. Because of this and their past, the Malfoy name was still tarnished. They still had funds due to various businesses they still owned, but the family themselves were now treated with disdain by most of the Wizarding World just for helping Voldemort, even if they betrayed him in the end.
To their displeasure, Lucius and Narcissa discovered their son has changed his views. He's begun to reject their views of blood.
"You cannot be serious?" Lucius questioned.
Here, in their living room, their son spoke out against him.
"I am, father. I don't want to do that anymore." Draco said.
"I understand not wanting to commit acts of cruelty, but to be willing to work with mudbloods?" Lucius questioned.
Draco silently glared at his father for saying that as Narcissa approached her son.
"Draco, dear boy? Why? Why are you willing to work with them?" She asks, acting as if her son had lost his mind.
"Because, mother... I don't want to be seen as the son of the man who tarnished our name by not continuing the "family tradition" of pureblood supremacy." He said.
Lucius's lip curled in frustration.
"You must be joking. Why would you do such a thing?" He asks.
"Because... look where it got us! Despite still having enough money to live like kings, people hate us. We should at least do something to show good faith in fixing what we helped cause." Draco said.
"We did enough when I lied about Potter's death. I don't want any more involvement to remind me of what happened." Narcissa insisted.
"Then I'll go." Draco said.
"You will do no such thing. For all I know, that little mudblood Granger is there and this would just be another excuse for others to hold her on a high pedestal while looking down on you." Lucius stated.
"First of all, she and I aren't in school anymore, so I don't care about that. Second, stop using that word." Draco stated.
"It's my house and I damn well will use any word I desire!" Lucius shouted.
"Lucius, please..." Narcissa insisted, holding her son protectively. "Clearly Draco has lost his mind. Perhaps one night and his favorite dinner will help him rethink his choice."
"No mother." Draco said, pulling himself free. "I made my decision. One step at a time, I'm going to change the Malfoy bloodline. We're abandoning that belief once I have a family of my own." He said before storming off.
Lucius took in a deep breath before shouting to his son.
"You go through that door, you'll make a big mistake!" He shouted.
Draco did not stop, going through the door.
Lucius hissed in anger as Narcissa held onto him.
"Please no..." She begged.
"Don't tell me you're okay with this?!" He asks.
"Of course not... but what choice do we have now? He is our only son... I risked much to save him and I'm not losing him... even if he's made such a poor choice..." She said.
Lucius calmed down.
He knew she was right. Draco was their son, their only child, and the only one to carry the Malfoy name.
Still, it bothered him. The idea of Draco abandoning their principals and ideals. He could understand why, to some extent, as Draco almost lost his life thanks to their former master. Still, to decide to change entirely was something he did not understand.
Still, Draco was their only son, and couldn't disown him no matter how much he could want to, but didn't want to.
However, that's when they heard it.
"Who are you?" They heard their son ask.
"Draco?" Narcissa asked as she and Lucius looked to the door.
In came Draco, his hands up as he walked backwards into the room.
"What in the world are y-" Lucius stopped upon seeing a second person enter the room.
Now inside was a grown man, wearing a full body suit of black with an old Death Eater mask on it. One that looked cracked and coated with dust, as if it was not in use for years.
He turned his head, looking to Lucius and Narcissa, his shoulders bobbing up and down as his breathing became heavier.
"Finally..." He said as he motioned for Draco to step back.
It was then Lucius saw what was in his hand.
A gun.
"You bring a muggle weapon in my house?" Lucius questioned in anger.
"I did." He answered with a Scottish accent. "I waited a long time for this, Lucius Malfoy..."
"Do I know you?" Lucius asks, not recognizing his voice and having no sign of a face he recognized.
"No... but I know you. You were with Bellatix Black... when she killed someone I loved. I've waited years for this..." He said, aiming the gun at him.
Lucius only sneered at the man.
"Big mistake..." Lucius said.
"Is it? Unlike a spell, I don't need to say anything. I just need to pull a trigger... which I'm doing now!" The masked man said.
Lucius Malfoy, who at this moment preferred to be sipping a glass of fine whiskey drew his wand.
"Who are you?" Lucius demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I am someone you wronged." The man replied, his eyes filled with anger. "You took everything from me, leaving me with nothing."
Lucius was taken aback, unsure of what this man was talking about. But before he could ask any questions, the man lunged forward, attempting to fire his weapon. Lucius was quicker, however, and he managed to disarm the intruder before he could pull the trigger by using his wand.
"Expelliarmus!" Lucius shouted. The gun flew out of the man's hand, bringing a mocking smile to Lucius' face. "So you see... muggle toys have their drawbacks as well. Now... tell me who you are, or I will leave you-"
"Stupefy!" The man shouted as he held out his wand and fired the spell.
Lucius, reacting fast, moved out of the way, only to see his son hit.
"Draco!" Lucius shouted in shock.
Narcissa tended to her son as Lucius resumed staring at his opponent.
"Did you really think I was some muggle? I knew I'd have to be prepared the moment I found the means of my revenge..." The man said.
"How the hell did you even get in my home?" Lucius questioned.
"An excellent question... I found another way in... but you'll have to get the answer out of me... in a duel." The man said.
"A duel?" Lucius asked.
"Outside... only you and me. You win... I'll tell you who I am and why I'm here. You can even kill me in the end. I win... you die." The man said.
Despite being caught off guard, Lucius was confident in his own abilities. One look at his knocked out son as Narcissa tried to wake him up gave him the incentive.
"I accept..." Lucius said.
They made their way to the backyard, where the man and Lucius took steps away before facing each other.
"Let us test your skills." Lucius said.
"Yes... let's." The man said.
The man conjured up a small explosion to test Lucius' skills. Lucius retaliated with a powerful blast of his own, sending the man flying across the lawn.
Lucius only scoffed, knowing full well how skilled he himself was as he walked towards the man.
"You spent more time playing with dangerous muggle toys than practicing magic. Now tell me... who the hell are you? And where did you get that mask?" Lucius questioned as he slowly walked towards his opponent.
"I've had this for years... I found it for sale from a former Death Eater's home..." He said before he coughed.
"Liar. That's the type of mask I used. Even if it were in storage since I last wore it, it would never have become so dusty or seen aging this much." Lucius said.
"It is true..." The man said.
"And your name?" Lucius asks.
"My family name was Belthune. Do you remember it? Probably not... you've killed so many muggles, muggleborns and wizards who don't share your beliefs that it's hard to keep track, isn't it? But you killed my parents 2 years before the battle of Hogwarts. I only learned it years before I made my choice to come here..."
"Belthune, eh? Well... good to know. But, alas... your revenge is cancelled due to your challenging your superior in magic." Lucius said smugly.
But just as Lucius thought he had won, the man sat up again, a look of triumph in his eye.
"You may have bested me in magic." He said, taking out something form his pocket. "...but I have one last trick up my sleeve."
He pressed the button.
Inside
"Draco?" Narcissa asks as she shook her son, hoping he'd awaken.
"Mmm... mother?" He asked.
Narcissa sighed in relief.
"Draco, my boy!" She said happily as she held him, tears in her eyes.
"Mum? What's go-"
*BOOOOOMMMMM*
And with that, a loud explosion rocked the Malfoy estate. Lucius felt the ground shake beneath his feet as debris rained down around him.
"W-WHAT?!" Lucius shouted.
"I left a little something... in your home." The man said as he tore his mask off, revealing a man with black hair and dark blue eyes of Caucasian descent. "Now... my revenge is fulfilled.
Lucius ignored him, running to his home. When the dust settled, he stumbled through the rubble, searching for his family.
"Narcissa?! Draco?!" He called out, panicking. "Narcissa?! Draco?! Speak to me!" He walked through the clouds of dust, shielding his mouth before passing through. "Where are-"
He found them lying motionless on the ground, blood covering their faces and dust covering their burnt up bodies. Narcissa and Draco were gone, taken from him in an instant.
It dawned on his that this was the man's actual plan, to lure him out of his home to kill his family.
He saw the barely recognizable look of his son, the same son he was angry with earlier, whom he last saw knocked out by the mystery man. The wife who calmed him down before the mystery man came.
Lucius collapsed to his knees, grief overwhelming him.
He took deep breaths, tears forming in his eyes as he slowly reached for their bodies. He cupped their faces before reaching for their necks.
No pulse.
He cried out in anger.
Lucius had his head on the ground, crying over the loss of the two people he betrayed Voldemort for, gone from this world. 2 years of them being free now rendered all for nothing as they were gone from this world. It was then he heard a mocking laugh. As he looked up, the man standing over him, a smirk on his face.
"You may have been a powerful wizard, Lucius Malfoy..." He said. "...but you left me with nothing. Now, I have taken everything from you."
In anger, Lucius took out his wand.
"Avada kadavra!" Lucius shouted, firing the killing curse.
With those final words, the man died, a look of satisfaction on his face.
Lucius was left alone, surrounded by the ruins of his life, his heart heavy with sorrow and regret.
Lucius Malfoy sat in the cold, sterile waiting room of the Ministry of Magic, his heart heavy with grief. He had just rreported that his beloved wife, Narcissa, and their only child, Draco, had been brutally murdered in their home. The authorities were baffled by the lack of any identifiable remains or evidence at the scene, but Lucius knew exactly who was responsible.
He had seen the eyes of the man who killed them as he looked to his now lifeless corpse before coming. It was the look of pure hatred and vengeance, the kind of look that could only come from someone who had lost everything to the Dark Lord's cause.
As he waited for the officials to arrive, Lucius couldn't help but think of all the lives he had ruined over the years. He had been a key player in the Death Eaters, a group of wizards and witches who served the Dark Lord Voldemort without question. He had been a supporter of him, even with his actions at the massacre of the Potters, the very same event that had left Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the only survivor.
But now, it seemed that the consequences of his actions had finally caught up with him. His own family was gone, taken from him in a senseless act of violence. And yet, as he looked around the empty waiting room, Lucius couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.
When the officials arrived, Lucius stood up.
"Well?" He asks impatiently.
"We've run tests on the man whose body we found." The nurse said.
"And?" He asks.
"He checked everything... and found nothing." She said.
"Nothing?" He asks.
"There was no trace of the killer anywhere, no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing." She said.
"But... his name. He said it was Belthune?" Lucius pointed out.
"We reached out. There are at least 3 families in the Wizarding World named Belthune... No reports of any man with this description being in this family." She said.
"You're serious?" Lucius questioned.
"Indeed... whoever this man was, he most likely was not part of that family." She said.
"Ridiculous..." Lucius said.
"I'm sorry sir..." She said, trying to show sympathy.
Lucius shook his head and walked away in anger.
Whoever took his family from him was gone from this world, with no way of knowing who he truly was.
As Lucius was about to leave, he found two people were in his way.
"Mr. Malfoy..." One of them said. A man with with red hair and glasses.
"Get out of my way..." Lucius growled at him.
"Sir..." One of them, a raven haired woman with blue eyes, said to him. "I'm Aurora Sinistra, the lead investigator on this case. This is my colleague, Edgar Strong. We are sorry for your loss... but we ask you to come with us..."
In the Office of the Minister of Magic
Lucius had a scowl on his face as he sat in front of Kingsley Shacklebolt, current Minster.
With a deep breath, Shacklebolt nodded.
"Malfoy..." He said.
"Shacklebolt... I doubt you invited me here for tea over my family's death, so what do you want?" Lucius questioned angrily.
"I'm here to ask you... not to go looking for the Belthune families." Shacklebolt said.
"Ridicu-"
"I'm serious, Lucius. You may have been pardoned, especially with your claims of being hexed to serve the Dark Lord, but if you pull another stunt and it's Azkaban for life. That's the end of the Malfoy family... Do you want that?" He asks.
With a huff, Lucius turned his head away.
"Understood..." Lucius said in defeat.
"I'm sorry..." Shacklebolt said, trying to sound sincere. "I truly am, Lucius."
"I don't need your pity... I need-"
"Revenge? You just killed the man. What more could you want?" Shacklebolt questioned.
Lucius snorted in anger before taking a deep breath. Lucius Malfoy seethed with rage as he sat across from the Minister of Magic, his icy gaze fixed on the man who had dared to stand in his way.
"You expect me to simply forget what happened?" He spat, his voice low and deadly.
"I understand your grief, Malfoy." the Minister replied calmly, his eyes never wavering. "But we must work within the law. We have no evidence to prove the man who said his name is Belthune was telling the truth of his family lineage."
Lucius scoffed.
"Evidence? Ha! I know his name. They will pay for what they did."
The Minister leaned forward, his voice taking on a stern tone.
"Malfoy, I must inform you that attempting to take the law into your own hands can lead to severe consequences. You could face imprisonment in Azkaban for life."
Lucius's face paled, but his anger only grew. He stood up, towering over the Minister.
"I will not be silenced." He snarled. "I will find out who he was, Belthune or not, and make his family suffer for this, no matter the cost."
The Minister sighed.
"I understand your desire for justice, Malfoy. But we must proceed carefully. If you try to take matters into your own hands, it will only make things worse."
Lucius's glare softened slightly, his mind working furiously. He knew the Minister was right; he couldn't risk everything on a reckless vendetta. But how could he just sit back and do nothing while those who had destroyed his family went unpunished?
Then there was one other thing on his mind.
He was the last Malfoy, past the age of 40. He had to find a new wife, one who can provide him with at least one child.
"It seems... I am now a bachelor once more. I must find a suitable pureblood to wed. Surely, there are those who'd jump at the chance to marry into my family. Perhaps Draco's old girlfriend Pansy will do." He said.
As he stood up to leave, however, he was stopped by one final detail by Kingsley.
"I'm afraid that's not possible."
"What do you mean?" Lucius asks.
Kingsley took in a deep breath.
"A new law had been passed."
"And...?" Lucius asks impatiently.
"One that prohibits former Death Eaters like yourself, especially at your age, from marrying other purebloods or even halfbloods."
"Excuse me?" Lucius asks.
"As a means of "cleansing" your family and ridding any trace of bigotry... you can now only marry muggleborns, those born to non-magical parents." The Minister said.
It took moments for this sink in, but Lucius was livid.
"What?!" He shouted.
"The law passed already. I'm afraid... you have only one option now." The Minister said.
"You DARE expect me to destroy my family by letting... dirty blood mix with it?!" He shouted.
Kingsley only shrugged.
"I'm afraid that's your only option..." He said.
"And if I were to wed a pureblood or even a half-blood?" Lucius asks.
"You'd have go through many hours of paper work for approval. But, as said, you are in your 40's. You more than likely won't have much time with the absence of a family." Kingsley stated.
"I despise you." Lucius snarled.
With that a snarl, he stormed out of the Minister's office, determined to find a way around this ridiculous law. He would show them all, he would prove that even a disgraced Death Eater like himself could still hold power and influence in the Wizarding World.
"What will you do?!" Kingsley Shacklebolt shouted, getting his attention.
"Find some other way around this little obstacle you put in my path, that's what!" Lucius shouted.
"Really? You think a pureblood in this day and age will want to wed a man your age? Much less a former Death Eater who clearly still holds bigotry close to his heart?" Shacklefort questioned.
"It is much more acceptable than to abandon the principals and ideals of my family." Lucius stated.
"Principals and ideals that encourage elitism and bigotry are not worth keeping, Malfoy. Especially in this day and age..." Shacklefort stated. "Lucius... the way I see it, you have three options and two of them are not the best ones."
"That so?" Lucius asks with a sneer.
"You could take a muggleborn wife. Or, you could go through the paperwork to take another pureblood. One who is young enough to have children... but also is willing to accept your hateful creed... which we both know are two categories that don't overlap very often nowadays." Shacklefort's words start to get to Lucius. "You could always do what muggles have been doing and find a woman whom you can donate your... ehem... Malfoy genes to. However, this woman, pureblood or not, would not be your wife, and I suspect an illegitimate heir to your family would also be frowned upon. And there's already enough frowning on your family so far, with barely a reputation left."
With that, Lucius inhaled deeply before snorting in anger.
"So... I am to take a mudb- a muggleborn witch and grant her the gift of being a Malfoy?" Lucius questioned angrily.
"If you call being part of your family a gift, than yes." Shacklefort said.
Lucius shook his head furiously and looked away.
"This is preposterous..." He muttered.
He stood there, pondering in silence.
To lie in bed with a mudblood? This new law is forcing me to go blood traitor! Ha! Ridiculous! No doubt Potter's little mudblood friend Granger had a hand in that. Always so eager to prove herself worthy of being part of this world. Draco no doubt was inspired by her to use our family money to aid in whatever endeavors she cooked up. That horrid little girl! Ever since I learned of her, she was always showing Draco up! Getting the best scores, getting high approval from those hack teachers, and being one of that little "Golden Trio" that helped ruin my reputation! If it weren't for the laws I'd-
Then his mental rant came to an end. His eyes widening, he remembered something.
He did know of one muggleborn witch who was young enough to have children and, as far as he knew, wasn't married. She was shown to be exceptionally skilled in magic and very intelligent, two categories that many in his family value most. Even know, she still gets high praise as she studies to join the Ministry of Magic.
With a growing smile, he started to see a bright side. A way to use this law to his advantage and to ruin someone who helped ruin him.
"Perhaps you're right... Shacklefort." Lucius said.
"Excuse me?" He asks, surprised to hear Lucius Malfoy agreeing.
"Perhaps... if my family bloodline is to take survive, it must take its place in this... muggleborn friendly world." Lucius said, trying to sound accepting.
"Ah... w-well... good. In any case... one of my men outside can help you find an ideal partner." He said, gesturing to outside.
With that, Lucius stepped out, greeted by the earlier Edgar Strong.
"Mr. Malfoy?" He asks, following him.
"I have decided that I will take a filthy mudblood as a wife, granting her the gift of a lifetime." Lucius said with some disdain, not even bothering to look at him.
"Ah... and... how will you go about it?" Strong asks.
"I wish to speak with her parents. No harm, I assure you. It's just that I'm a bit old fashioned, and I see earning their approval as the first step to proposal." Lucius stated.
"Ah... finally an old fashioned way of thinking I can get behind." Strong said as he followed. "Well, as Sinistra continues the search on who this mystery man was, I can assist you. Perhaps a list of muggleborn witches to loca-"
"I already have my pick." Lucius said flatly.
Edgar Strong stopped in place, surprised to hear that.
"You... have?" He asks.
Lucius stopped, taking a deep breath.
"If I am to mix my Malfoy bloodline with dirty blood... I want the absolute best possible candidate. We Malfoys strive to have the best after all. So..." Lucius turned around, anger and demand in his eyes. "... get me information on... Hermione Granger!"
3 Days after the incident
Lucius Malfoy scowled at where he arrived. The Granger home.
I cannot believe I must come to this... location. He thought in anger.
Still, after what he learned on Hermione and her parents, he knew this was the way.
He knocked on the door and opening it was a woman closer to his age by at least a decade, with the same eye color as Hermione.
"May I help you, sir?" She asks politely.
"Yes, you are the mother of Hermione Granger?" Lucius asks.
"I am. And you are...?" She asks.
"From the Wizarding World. I come to speak to you, regarding your daughter and a wonderful opportunity for her future." He said.
"Is that so?" She asks, sounding intrigued.
"May I come in? I assure you that I will not harm you in this house." Lucius said.
With a slight bit of reluctance at first, Mrs. Granger nodded and let him in.
Inside
Lucius stood before them in their living room, cane in hand and with papers in the other.
Mr. Granger sat in front of him in his couch.
"You know, you're free to sit down." Mr. Granger offered.
"That will not be necessary." Lucius stated with a rather disdainful look on his face.
Mrs. Granger, at her husband's side, felt a bit of tension from this man as she cleared her throat.
"So... Mr...?" She asks, motioning him to answer.
"Malfoy." Lucius answered without looking at her.
"Mr. Malfoy. Would you like some tea?" She asks, hoping to add a sense of calm into the situation.
"Gracious of you, but I must decline." Lucius said flatly.
Both of them shared a look on uncertainty as Mr. Granger cleared his throat.
"So... you mentioned a wonderful opportunity for our daughter, Hermione?" Mr. Granger asks.
"Indeed. For I have selected her for something no mud-ggleborn has ever had the opportunity to become." Lucius said with a smile, managing to stop himself from saying "mudblood" in time.
Both Grangers looked interested.
"A grand opportunity?" Mr. Granger asks.
"The grandest." Lucius answered.
Joy filled the Grangers, feeling proud of their daughter for such an honor.
"Oh, what is it? A job opportunity?" Mrs. Granger asks.
"Better." Lucius said.
"What is it? What does she have the opportunity to become?" Mr. Granger asks.
With a smile at their eagerness to learn, Lucius answered right away.
"My wife."
Both Grangers did not answer. It seemed as though they were frozen in time. Lucius almost laughed in amusement that he made two muggles break faster with those two words than any spell he ever used.
Finally, one spoke.
"Excuse me?" Mrs. Granger asks.
"Your daughter is quite exceptional, despite her... heritage. As such, due to a new law preventing a pureblood like me from marrying my own, I must dirty myself with someone of her kind. But, rest assured, your daughter is the only one who fits enough of my needs to suffice." Lucius said, acting like he was doing them a favor and that they should be grateful.
It took seconds before Mr. Granger stood up.
"Mr... Malfoy, was it?" He waited for Lucius to nod. "I'm going to assume that today is possibly the Wizarding equivalent of April Fool's Day and that this is some kind of joke. A very sick one, but a joke nonetheless." He said, trying to hide his distaste.
"And if it wasn't?" Lucius asks.
"Then I may have to ask you to leave my house and my family alone. Especially my daughter..." Granger said with a tone of anger in his voice.
Lucius scoffed.
"What could a muggle possibly do against me?" He asks with mockery in his voice.
Hearing his dismiss them so, Mrs. Granger began to recall something.
"Wait a minute... Malfoy?" She gasped as she stood up. "You're the father of that rude boy who was awful to her at Hogwarts! She told me all about him!"
"Was... My son and wife... are no longer among us." Lucius said, trying to hide his sorrow with his stone cold look. "Now I must find a new wife to continue my bloodline. Your daughter... is the only mudblood I know of who fits every other criteria I need for a Mrs. Malfoy."
"Well, keep looking! You are not taking our daughter! Especially after this! Leave!" Mr. Granger shouted, pointing to the door.
"Do you plan to call your muggle police on me?" Lucius asks in a scoff.
"Surely, after this whole wizarding war, any harm on us would look bad on you. I assume you only know we live here because you asked for information on where Hermione was raised. Now leave!" Mr. Granger shouted.
"Now now... that's no way to speak to a future son-in-law..."
"You're older than us! You're old enough to be Hermione's father!" Mrs. Granger shouted.
"... or you new boss." Lucius said as he showed them the papers in his hands.
"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" Mrs. Granger asks as they took the papers he held
To their horror, it read that the building their clinic was in has a new owner, that being Lucius Malfoy himself.
"Indeed... I could raise the prices so that your clinic would be unable to support itself. And if that's not enough... well... I hear your daughter used a memory charm to make you think you were a childless couple for your protection. I too can alter memories... I can even rewrite it so people think you molested her, and think you yourselves did the deed." Lucius said with a dark smile.
"You wouldn't!" Mrs. Granger shouted in shock.
"I would... because I made up my mind. Hermione Granger will be my wife and bare me children. Now... I'm going to say this right now. If you don't want your little teeth repairing shack to close or given false memories of doing such unflattering parenting, you will grant me the blessing to propose to your daughter. Understand?" Lucius asks. Both were hesitant to answer as he continued. "Now... next I see her, I will propose. You will tell me where she is."
"No." Mr. Granger said.
"No?" Lucius asks.
"No, we do not give our blessing and you will not..." He reached out and grabbed Lucius by the collar. "...lay a hand on ou-"
Lucius slapped his arm off.
"Don't you DARE lay your filthy muggle paws on me!" He spat, making the Grangers pull back. With a deep breath, Lucius calmed himself. "The only one who will do that now is your daughter... who you will encourage to marry me if you want your business and lives to be unharmed. Understand?" Hesitantly, the two nodded. "Now... where is she?"
Both of them looked at each other, unwilling to divulge the info. Still, they had one answer.
"She visits us once a week. She came yesterday so... next week." Mrs. Granger answered, feeling dread.
"Ah... wonderful. That gives me time to prepare a little speech. Best not tell her about this, want it to be a surprise." Lucius said with a smile and curt nod. "It was a pleasure to properly meet you. Mr. Granger... Mrs. Granger... Rest assured, you will have lovely grandchildren..."
With that, Lucius took his leave. Both Grangers remained where they were, frozen in shock even as he opened the door and shut it upon leaving. Once that was done, Mrs. Granger broke down in tears as her husband held her.
Present
Lucius had arrived an hour before Hermione did. He ordered her parents to leave the house as he did not want them to interfere with his proposal.
He waited as he sat on the couch, hating it and the house he was in. He looked to photos of Hermione and her parents.
The one advantage of these muggle photos is that they don't move... so they do not react in fear of me. He thought.
He looked to the young girl, wondering if the children he will sire with her will look like her or himself.
Then he heard his chosen bride enter, speaking with her mother.
He heard her parents talk to her about how proud they are, her mother cursing him for what he was to do, and their leaving.
Hermione entered the room and they spoke. As she expressed her displeasure in her childhood home, he circled her.
No longer was she the bushy haired little girl he saw back then. She was now a young woman with a figure he found more than good enough, with hair and skin that she clearly cared for. Her looks definitely sufficed for him.
Then, as Hermione was alone with him, he took a knee, took her hand, and showed her the ring he once gave Narcissa for when he did this with her.
"Marry me." He said, almost like a demand.