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Author’s note: As my friend read this chapter, she looked up
at me and said, “Someone as evil as Lucius Malfoy can’t be so loving. He is totally out of character.” I decided to share my response to her with
all of my readers.
In the books, we
mainly see Lucius interacting with wizards he dislikes. We see him interact with Draco a little and
he appears to be a strict but doting father.
The mere fact that he has the boy with him shows love. In addition, it appears that he talks to
Draco daily. The boy talks about his
father too much for there not to be love.
As for the
statement someone so evil cannot love, I give you this example.
During the 1970’s,
my neighbor was the most loving person I knew.
He showed us how to make snow castles and ice slides. He was our baseball coach and taught many of
us how to swim. My parents worked and I was left alone many times.
He invited me into his family. I
ate breakfast and dinner with them and slept in their guest room many
times. His wife wasn’t
as nice, I had heard her tell him a couple of times that she had too much to do
with their own children. Somehow, he
always talked her into treating me like one of their own.
Well, twenty years
later, I see this man’s picture in the newspaper. He was on trial for the murder of three black
men in the Mississippi
in the 1960’s. The story
went on to tell how he had been a member of the Klan for over forty years. They knew he had killed more people but they
could only prove these three. I base my Lucius on my knowledge of this man.
The Many Woes of
Lucius Malfoy
------******-------
Ginny flattened out
her dress in the front. She smiled in
the mirror at her now flat tummy. “That
didn’t take long. You can’t tell I had a
baby a month ago.”
“You look
wonderful, deary,” her mirror replied.
“I’d say gorgeous,” Draco added in a deep,
desire-filled voice as he leaned against her dressing room door-frame.
There was a knock
on the bedchamber door. “I’m here,
Mummy.”
“Come on in,
Thuban,” she replied as she walked past her husband to the bed the boy had
climbed up onto, close to the edge.
Ginny turned her back to Thuban so he could zip up her dress.
Draco moved to the
pair and tried to push the boy away.
“That’s my job, mate.”
Thuban tapped his
father’s hand and zipped up the dress.
“She doesn’t need you tonight.”
Ginny turned around and the little wizard kissed her cheek. “Your dress is elegant, Mummy. You're more beautiful than a goddess.”
Draco plucked the
boy from the bed, placed him on the floor, and playfully patted his
bottom. “Go find your own witch. This one is taken.”
Ginny giggled as
she watched her son retreat and her husband pulled her into a hug. “The Malfoy charm, how can a witch resist it.”
“One can’t,” he
answered before kissing her very passionately.
They were breathless when she pulled away. “Dine with me tonight, Ginny.”
“I have dinner
plans with my friends, so don’t make me late.
The boys’ things are already at the manor. You just need to take them. I’ll be dining and
then going to the theatre. Because of
that lust-potion mishap, I'll have to return to the manor at ten to nurse Leo
before I go to the nightclub.”
“I thought you'd
pumped enough feedings for this week, love.”
“I did but I’d like
to have an extra one in case. I’d rather
go there at ten than be woken at six am because he ate more than expected,” she
answered.
“Maybe I’ll see you
at ten. We’re going to the new sports
pub after dinner.”
She smirked at
him. Wizards could be so funny. For seven years, she allowed him to have his
monthly mates’ night out. Now the first time she decided to have a
witches’ night out on the same night, he wanted to have dinner with her and
call it an early night. Well, she wasn’t biting. He
could come to the Manor at ten but she was returning to the nightclub after Leo
was fed.
“Whatever you like,
Draco dear.” She turned and left the
room.
------******------
Draco walked into
the formal dining room of Malfoy Manor.
He was surprised to see only Lucius sitting at the head of the
table. “Where’s Mother?” he asked as he
placed Serpens and Cam into their chairs.
Thuban sat himself.
“Did your wife not
inform you? Your mother is dining and
attending the play with her.”
Draco pulled out
the chair his mother normally sat in and sat down. “I’ll help you fed the boys.”
“I am more than
capable of making sure my grandsons are nourished. Don't you have plans?”
“Yes Father, but
the boys aren't easy to handle…” Draco started.
Lucius waved his
hand at his son dismissively. “Go.” The older wizard had never been so insulted
in his life. He had controlled troops of
twenty and more grown wizards. Why did
everyone doubt his ability to handle four little ones? One of whom would likely sleep the whole
time.
After Draco left
the room, the elves placed the first course, tomato soup, on the table. Thuban sat up straight and gazed at Lucius
from time to time. His Grandfather’s
napkin still sat at the wizard’s side.
Cam picked out his outer most spoon and placed
it in the bowl. Serpens grabbed the
spoon closest to his plate, the small desert spoon, and placed it in the
bowl. The two younger boys started to
eat. Lucius cleared his throat and Cam
placed his spoon on the plate under his soup.
The sound startled Serpens and he dropped his small spoon into the
soup. Without thinking, the toddler
placed his hand in the bowl to retrieve the utensil.
“Ouchie! Ouchie! Ouchie!” Serpens cried as
he shook his hand spraying the small amount of soup that was on it around the
table.
Lucius hurried to
the boy’s side. “Let me see,” he said
calmly then placed a soothing charm on the boy’s hand. Tears were still flowing down the boy’s face,
so he placed a number of kisses over it.
“Is it better now, little man?”
The boy nodded and Lucius went back to his chair. “Now, do not do anything until I instruct
you.” The boys nodded.
“Cygnus, what was
your mistake?” Lucius asked.
“We shouldn’t have
started to eat until you placed your napkin on your lap,” Cam said.
“You’re close. After the host, which is Grandfather, places
his napkin on his lap, we put ours on our laps.
We don’t eat until he starts to eat. Plus Serpens used the wrong spoon,” Thuban
answered politely.
The younger boys
made faces at their older brother. “Now. Now. Boys. There is no place for rudeness at my
table.” Lucius turned to the house
elf. “Clean up the mess and get Serpens
a new bowl of soup and a spoon.” Once
the bowl was in place, the blond wizard placed his napkin on his lap, had the
boys do the same, and then started eating.
All went well for a
short time but when Lucius started to converse with Thuban, Serpens and Cam
started playing with their soup instead of eating it. Serpens was bringing his spoon down fast and
making the soup splash. Cam was blowing
on it making waves. Thuban saw
everything his brothers were doing, but when Lucius would turn to look, they
always stopped. Thuban gave his brothers
a stern look, causing Cam to sneer.
While Lucius was
talking with Serpens, Cam whispered, “You’re not the boss of me, Thuban. I’ll behave however I want.”
His voice must have
been too loud because Lucius gave him a stern look, “It would do you well to
mimic your older brother’s behavior this evening, Cygnus. Your grandmother has worked very hard to
instruct you in proper table manners.
She would be deeply disappointed to learn you weren’t using them.”
“Yes, Grandfather,”
he replied and when Lucius turned away, mouthed the words, ‘butt
kisser’, and made kissing motions with his lips at Thuban.
The soup bowls were taken away and a simple garden salad was placed in
front of each.
Serpens made a
face. “There are red things in my
salad. They made me sick. I can’t eat
them. Tipsy,” he called the elf. “Take them away.”
His grandfather
scowled at him. “What has gotten into
you? Those are tomatoes. If you are served something you don’t like
you may eat around it or simply do not eat it.”
“I like the
lettuce,” the little wizard said. He
speared a large piece and tried to place it into his mouth using his fingers
along with his fork to cram the food inside.
Lucius rolled his
eyes. “You need to cut your salad and
never use your fingers,” he ordered.
“I can’t cut,” the
little boy started to cry.
“Calm yourself,
I’ll do it.” Lucius stood behind the boy
and cut the lettuce into small pieces by mistake he cut a very small sliver of
tomato. Before going back to his seat he
addressed Cam, “Cygnus, do you need your salad cut too?” The boy nodded. Once completed with the task he returned to
his chair. He decided that conversation
was not safe this evening. He needed to
keep an eye on the boys.
He started to beam
after a couple of seconds of peace and quiet.
He should have known it wouldn’t last for
long. Cam whispered in Serpens’ ear and
the boy started to cry.
Lucius scowled at
Cam. “What did you say to him?”
“He put a piece of
tomato in his mouth,” Cam replied.
The old wizard
grimaced. “He wouldn’t have known if you
hadn’t told him.”
“Sorry,” Cam stated
concealing his mirth.
“Red things made me
sick,” Serpens whined.
“Don’t be
ridiculous. The soup didn’t make you
sick did it?” The boy shook his head.
“Well, it was made from tomatoes.”
“You shouldn’t have
said that, Grandfather,” Thuban whispered giving Lucius a very grave look.
“I’m gonna be sick!” Serpens placed his hand over his
mouth. The green color of the child’s
face set the older wizard into action.
He scooped up the
boy and ran from the room.
Cam started to
laugh madly. “Oh, that was so
funny. Serpens is a silly git. How dumb can one be?”
Glaring at his
brother Thuban said, “I’m looking at someone dumber.”
“Get off it. That was funny and you know it.”
“I’ll tell Daddy if
you don’t start behaving. No, I’ll tell Grandmother.
Grandfather was right, you know.
She will be disappointed in your behavior, Cam.”
“She won’t care.”
“She let's you get away with being bad outside of the dining
room but not in it.” Thuban smirked.
Cam sneered at his
brother. He was right. Narcissa would take a wand to the little
wizard’s bottom for not using proper table manners. Mistakes she tolerated but being bad on
purpose was not allowed.
Lucius returned
with Serpens shortly and the main dish was served.
“Grandfather, they
will need help with the peas and the meat.
You should sit next to them unless you want peas flying around the
room,” Thuban advised.
Lucius decided to
take Thuban’s advice and sat between the two boys. He was very grateful that he had. Spearing peas on the end of a fork wasn’t easy. He gave
up trying to teach them and did it for them after five minutes. How Narcissa and Ginerva managed this task on
a regular bases he didn’t know. Although he was sure of one thing, even
though peas were one of his favorite vegetables, he would never request them
when the children were dining with him again.
-------*******-------
Ginny and Narcissa approached the table of
six. An older witch stood up and
welcomed Narcissa.
“Cissy, it’s wonderful to see you. When Pansy told me you would be dining with
her tonight, I had to invite myself along,” Violet Parkinson cheerfully
said. “I’m sure your grandsons are
keeping you busy.”
“Narcissa has been
a great help as always,” Ginny stated.
“She needs this evening out as much as I.”
The women sat down
with the other witches, Hermione, Luna, Parvarti Patil, Pansy and Millicent Bulstrode.
“Who’s watching the
boys, Ginny?” Pansy inquired.
Ginny giggled
slightly, “Lucius.”
Violet Parkinson
smiled, “By himself? You fed them before
you left, correct?”
“No, he can
manage. It is high time he learned the
difficulties of teaching children proper table manners. He gives Ginevra and me little credit for our
effort in that area,” Narcissa replied.
“Proper
table manners!”
Millicent softly exclaimed. “I’m been
helping Goyle with his children lately.
Feeding them is hard enough. I’m
always looking for finger food.”
“They’re not that
bad, Millicent,” Pansy offered. “Place a
warming charm on your plate when it arrives and be patient with them. It didn’t take long for Greggy
or Gary to get the knack of eating pasta properly.”
“It sounds like
Greg is having other people watch his children again,” Narcissa interjected.
“Not really, Mrs.
Malfoy. We only help. He’s always
there. He is trying to be a better
father to his boys. It’s
sad we can’t say the same for Lavender.
She is spending most of her time with Adrian and always flooing Greg or his mother to keep the children for her
weekend,” Millicent added.
The two
grandmothers frowned and shook their heads.
Parvarti bounced in her
chair a little. “I learned a piece of
news before coming to dinner. When I
dropped my baby off with my mother, I was surprised to see Padma’s
children there. It’s Vincent’s weekend
after all. Well after a brief discussion
with Kenny, I learned that Vincent does not pick the children up on the
weekends anymore.”
The witches at the
table sighed and “that’s so sad” was uttered under a
couple of their breaths.
Parvarti smiled. “He doesn’t pick them up because he stays at
the house with them. In fact according
to Kenny, his daddy is spending a lot of nights at the house.”
“You’re joking!”
Pansy said.
“Oh, it gets
better. My mother said something about
Vincent sleeping on the sofa and Kenny informed her that he slept in his
mummy’s room and they were always locking the door. My mother isn’t happy to hear that but she
was rather pleased that they’re getting along.”
Parvarti turned to the direction of Ginny and
Pansy. “Patty said her mummy want out on
a date tonight so one of you has to ask the guys if Vincent was with them
tonight.”
Ginny smiled. “I can already tell you the answer. Draco mentioned something about Vincent not
coming tonight.”
“It would be
wonderful for their children if they got back together,” Narcissa said. “Pansy dear, how are things progressing
between you and Blaise?”
Violet sighed. She hated the fact that her best friend,
Narcissa Malfoy, had four grandchildren and she had none. The fact that her daughter had been living
with Blaise for three years made the matter worse. Well, at least Narcissa never mentioned that
fact the way others did.
“We’re not
progressing that’s our only problem. I’ve put him on notice.
If one more of my friends has a baby before I
have an engagement ring, he’s out on his backside,” Pansy declared.
“Good for you, Pans. They’ll string you out forever if you don’t
put your foot down sometimes,” Millicent replied as she looked down at the ring
on her left finger. She had been a
little more demanding of her live-in boyfriend of many years, Richard, when,
two weeks ago, he came home to see his belongings packed in cases and
boxes. The silly wizard thought
Millicent had found them a better flat at first. Until she clarified that
she wanted a husband and children and it was apparent he didn’t want the
same. She directed him to a flat of his
own and didn’t see him for three days, at which time
he showed up on her doorstep with flowers, candy and a ring.
-------*******-------
Cam whispered in
Serpens’ ear. The pair giggled and ran
off in two different directions on the Manor grounds. Lucius and Thuban had been walking behind the
pair on an after dinner stroll around the lake.
Lucius growled and
muttered under his breath, "What
those two need is my cane across their
bottoms." They seemed to know
that their grandmother had wagered him that he wouldn’t
be able to control the three little wizards without spanking them.
“Cygnus! Serpens! Stop!” he ordered, but the boys continued
running and giggling. “Do not make me
chase you!” he stated firmly as they ran away.
“Grandfather, I’ll
go after Serpens,” Thuban helpful suggested.
“Thank you,” Lucius
stammered as he ran off.
It didn’t take long for Thuban to catch up to Serpens, although
he had to tackle his little brother to get him to stop.
“Thuban hurt
me! Thuban hurt me!” Serpens screamed as
he cried and held his knees. “I’m
telling Daddy.”
“Good,” the older
boy spat. “Then I’ll tell Daddy I had to
tackle you because you wouldn’t stop when Grandfather told you. I’ll also tell him that you were bad at
dinner too.” He looked at his little
brother’s knees, dusted them off, kissed them and helped him up. “Mind you, I don’t want to tell Daddy you
were bad because it will make him very sad.”
“I don't want Daddy
to be sad either,” Serpens replied.
“Well, when you're
bad it makes him very very sad. He asked you to be good, didn’t he?” The boy nodded. “And you promised to be good, didn’t
you?” He nodded again. “Then you broke your promise and that will
hurt Daddy’s feelings and make him very sad.”
The toddler was in
tears by this time. “I don't want to
hurt Daddy. Don’t
tell him, Thuban. I’ll be very good
now.”
-------*******-------
Blaise laughed
heartily. “Please Malfoy,
let me look at one of the boy's memories of this.”
Richard walked up
to the table. “What’s he on about?”
“Draco left all
four of his little ones alone with Lucius.
He had to feed the toddlers dinner,” Greg chuckled.
“That can be
exciting! Was Cam in a playful mood?”
Richard asked.
“I’m sure he was
after I left. I was so upset with the
way my father dismissed me I forgot to remind them to behave,” Draco smirked.
Miles chuckled into
his meade. “Cam won’t let that go unnoticed. Nothing against your boys, mate, but they can
be a handful.”
“A handful… A handful… Cam can be four or five hands full when he’s in the mood. I
love him to pieces but he takes after the Weasley twins a little too much for
my liking,” Blaise stated jokingly.
Greg shook his
head. “He’s like Ginny was in
school. She was worse than the twins. They were up
front with their pranks. She was sneaky
about it.”
“She’s a handful,
my Ginny, wouldn’t have her any other way.”
Draco smirked at his friends.
Blaise ordered
another round of meade. “Yep, you need someone to keep you in your
place.”
“What about you, Zabini? Ready to let
Pansy keep you in your place?” The blond wizard raised his brow at his friend.
“As
a matter of fact, Malfoy.”
Blaise removed a photo from his pocket.
It showed a ring, in the center was a round
brilliant cut pink diamond with a pear shaped white diamond on each side. “I’m picking it up tomorrow morning. I’ll give it to her before the ball.”
“Well, thanks for
telling me, mate. I’ll have to go ring
shopping now,” Miles frowned.
“At least I
forewarned you,” Blaise patted his friend's back.
------******-------
“It’s all the way
up into his hair!” Cam made a face in disgust.
Serpens held his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Thuban ran a nappy to his grandfather. Lucius rolled up his sleeves and baby Leo
cried.
“He’s been pooping up his back for the last two days. Mummy does a quick cleaning charm then she
bathes him to get the rest off. He’ll calm back once
he’s in the bath, Grandfather. Do you
want me to call Tipsy?” Thuban advised in a very helpful tone.
Lucius performed a
cleaning charm, placed his wand on the changing table then lifted the
babe. “Hush now, Leo. We will get you cleaned up. Thuban, have Tipsy clean the cradle, please.”
“Yes, Grandfather.”
The older wizard
walked into the bathroom with his infant grandson. He rocked the babe in his arm as he started
the water flow into Draco's custom-made baby bath. He collected the baby soap and wash cloth, tested the tub water and then gently placed the
infant in it. The babe gurgled. “So, you like baths. You father did too,” he said in a subdued
tone.
“Grandfather, Tipsy
is cleaning his bed.” Thuban stood on a
small stool and watched his grandfather carefully wash his baby brother. Lucius was very much like Draco in this manner. Neither wizard trusted the elves to bathe
infants and Lucius had even watched over the elves as they bathed his older grandsons minutes before.
Thuban tried not to
stare at the very faint skull and snake tattoo that was on his grandfather’s
left arm. His daddy’s uncles and aunt
had the same one, as did Uncle Greg, Aunt Millicent and Uncle Sev. He had asked
about it a couple of times but really didn’t get a
good answer. He was certain the tattoo
meant they were in a club. His daddy and
mummy got quite upset the last time he talked about it. The little wizard had asked why his father don’t have the tattoo. Wasn’t his daddy
good enough to be in that club? His
mummy started to cry and his daddy had sent him to his room. He caught himself staring at the mark and
forced himself to look at his brother.
“What do you think,
Leo? Should we look to you to run our
offices in Spain or should your father and I build more business in Ireland so
we can keep you close? Your hair color
would serve you well in Ireland.
Scotland too,” Lucius asked the babe as he bathed him.
“I get to the run
the French offices, right? They are our
second biggest. When you retire, I’ll
come back to England and help Daddy,” Thuban beamed.
“That’s correct,
Thuban.” Lucius returned his attention
back to the baby. “Would you like to run
a caldron company or a broom company?
Maybe we should start a potion research company for you?”
The babe gurgled
and wiggled. Lucius smiled at his eldest
grandson. “I believe that was a ‘yes’
for potion research.”
“We don’t do that
now. Strange isn’t it with our all being
so good with them,” Thuban said.
“Good show,
Leo. Potion research it is! What an outstanding idea. We’ll start your father on that task Monday
morning,” Lucius said as he sponged off the infant completing his bath. He looked for his wand but could not find
it. “Thuban, hand me a towel, please.”
“What about the
warming charm?” he asked as Lucius wrapped the baby.
“I left my wand on
the changing table.”
“I’ll go get
it.” Thuban scampered off into the other
room but quickly came back. “It’s not
there, Grandfather. Serpens and Cam
aren’t in there either.”
Lucius swiftly
walked into the nursery and placed Leo in his crib. “Thuban, watch your brother for me.” The little wizard nodded and Lucius rushed
out of the room.
It didn’t take him long to locate the two younger boys. Laughter was coming from Cam’s bedchambers.
“Make his fur brown
again, Cam,” Serpens giggled just before Lucius kicked opened the door.
Startled, Cam
directed the spell he was casting at the doorway, where his grandfather now
stood hitting the top of his head. The
two little wizards stared wide eyed at the once blond wizard in front of them.
“My wand, Cygnus,”
he ordered. “What spell was I hit with?”
“Color changing,”
Cam whimpered. “I’m sorry.”
“You shouldn’t have
taken my wand. I will be discussing this
matter with your father, now, into bed with you.”
Cam crawled into
his bed. Lucius tucked the covers around
the little wizard, placed a warming charm on them then kissed the child. “I love you, Cygnus. Sleep well.”
The now brown haired wizard offered his hand to Serpens, who took it and
they started out of the room.
“Grandfather, what
about a story?” Cam asked.
“Wizard’s who
misbehave are not rewarded with stories.”
Lucius walked to
the next room and tucked in Serpens.
Once again, he tucked the covers around the little boy, placed a warming
charm on them then kissed him goodnight.
“I love you, Serpens. You know
you should inform an adult when a child is playing with a wand, correct?”
“Yes, Grandfather. We could get hurt.”
“Yes, you
could. I’m
putting you to bed early because you misbehaved. Sleep well, little man.” Lucius kissed the boy’s forehead again when
Thuban hurried into the room.
“Grandfather, Leo
needs you. He’s crying,” the older boy
said and then really looked at his grandfather.
“What happened to your hair? It’s
dark brown.”
“Cam did it. That’s why we’re in bed,” Serpens said.
“Oh, are you going
to change it back, Grandfather? I don’t
think Grandmother will like it.”
Lucius growled under
his breath. Of course
he was going to change it back but he would need to check a spell book
first. On the other hand, he might
merely wait for his wife. She was
brilliant with hair and glamour charms.
“Come
Thuban,” he said. “Let us see what Leo’s
problem is.”
------******------
Lucius paced in the
nursery’s sitting room with a nightgown clad Leo crying into his chest. Thuban in his pajamas walked next to him.
“He’s never cried
like this before. I don’t know what else
to have you try.” Thuban sat down on the
settee and rested his chin into his hands, in moments he was smiling. “Grandfather, when Serpens cried look this
Daddy would start a fire, lay in front, put Serpens on his chest with his eyes
facing the fire and talk softly to him.”
After forty-five
minutes of crying Lucius was willing to try anything. He lay on the floor with the baby on his
chest but it didn’t seem to help.
“Put his head right
underneath your chin, so his head is on your throat. Now talk softly,” Thuban advised.
“And what should I
talk about Thuban. Is there a special
topic that your…”
The babe started to quiet. “Well,
I’ll be. He does like this.”
“I think humming
works too.” Thuban laid
down on the other side of his grandfather.
Lucius started to hum and the baby remained quiet.
After a few minutes
Lucius spoke, “Thank you for your aid this evening, Thuban.”
“You’re welcome,
Grandfather.” Thuban touched the skull
and snake tattoo. “Grandfather, why do
you have this?”
Lucius’ face hardened. “It’s
a personal matter, Thuban.”
The little wizard
looked lovingly into the eyes of the older one.
“Grandfather, if it’s something bad.
I’ll still love you.”
Lucius hugged the
boy close and kissed his forehead. “I
love you and I always will. When you are
older I will explain that mark to you.”
------******------
Ginny
and Narcissa Apparated into the nursery at the Manor. Draco Apparated in moments
later. Ginny turned and smiled at
him. “I thought you wanted a night out
with your mates?”
“I did. However I have something to tell you.”
“So, out with it,”
Ginny said.
“Mother, Ginevra,
you must promise to tell no one, especially not your best friend, Mother.”
Narcissa smiled and
fidgeted with great excitement before blurting up, “Blaise bought Pansy any
engagement ring!”
Draco couldn’t help but chuckle at his mother. Engagements, weddings, pregnancies and births
always brought out the child in her.
“He’s asking her before the ball, so keep it to yourself.”
“Violet had talked
about Blaise’s unwillingness to get married at dinner tonight. She will be so pleased. I hope we are at their table tomorrow
night.” She walked to the door. “Come along, your father must be around with
the baby somewhere.”
They walked through
the door and were stunned at the sight before them. A tall, dark brown haired man was lying on
the sitting room rug with Leo on his chest and a sleeping Thuban hugged close
to his left side. Narcissa gasped. Draco and Ginny drew their wands as the man
turned his head to look at them.
“Cissy, hush. Thuban is
asleep,” Lucius said.
Narcissa approached
the man, “Lucius?” she questioned not believing her eyes.
“Draco. Ginevra. Sheath your wands, please. What's wrong? Why are you staring?” he asked.
“Your
hair!”
Ginny pointed.
The dark brown
haired wizard grinned. “Cygnus did
it. You really need to come up with a
punishment that will stop his wand theft, Draco. It was harmless this time but it does show
that he's careless enough to use the wand on others.” The babe on his chest moved. “It appears Leo is ready to eat.”
Draco picked the
baby up and handed him to Ginny, who walked into the nursery. He came back to his father and lifted Thuban
into his arms resting the boy against his chest. “I’ll put Thuban in bed. Goodnight, Mother, Father.”
As he started away,
the little wizard whined, “Daddy, I want Grandfather to tuck me in.”
-------******-------
Ginny walked into
the newest wizarding nightclub wearing her favorite little black dress. She had a feeling her husband was going to
show up at the club sometime that evening and she wanted to look her sexiest
for him. This would be a fun little
game. She had told him while she was
feeding Leo that he could come to the nightclub if he liked but he wouldn’t be sitting at the same table as her and her friends. This was their witches’ night out, after all.
Hermione, Luna, Pansy, and Millicent waved to
her from across the room. As she walked,
someone pulled onto her arm.
“Sexy!” Daniel
Jones said. “I knew it. I felt it. The first time I held you
close. What an insane husband you
have! If you were mine I’d wear you on
my arm everywhere I went.”
Ginny pulled away
from him. “I’m not interested. If you touch me again…”
Preston, an
extremely tall man, stepped up next to her.
“Is there a problem, Mrs. Malfoy?”
“Yes, Preston, this
is the man I discussed with you.”
“I’ll…”
Greg Goyle walked
over to the group. He kissed Ginny on
the cheek. “It’s wonderful to see you,
Gin. I’m
guessing you’re the reason Draco wanted to come here. Are these gentlemen bothering you?”
“Just this cad
was.” She pointed at Daniel. “My friend,
Preston, was about to show him out.”
“I’d be honored to
help Preston with that task,” Greg said with a smile.
“Where’s Draco?”
she asked.
“He’s
not here yet, Ginny. Granger and
Pansy are coming this way.”
She turned to see
her friends. Greg took Daniel by his
left arm, Preston took him by the right and they walked him to the door.
“Is that the git
who’s been hitting on you, Ginny?” Hermione asked. She nodded still watching the wizards.
“To bad he’s a
prat. I think he looks your type,
Hermione,” Pansy said.
Hermione furrowed
her brow at the dark haired witch.
“Parkinson, you’ve been trying to set me up all night. Stop it.”
“Oh
Merlin! I’ve got to go,” Ginny started for the door
where Greg, Daniel, Preston, Blaise, and Draco now stood. The other two witches followed.
“If I see you
within one hundred meters of my wife again...” Draco hissed in a low and
dangerous tone before being interrupted by someone
pulling on his arm.
“I love this song. Dance with me,” Ginny pleaded.
“I’m busy,” he
replied.
She pulled
again. “You made a promise to me last
night. Please dance with me.” She caressed his face and whispered in his
ear. “I’ll make it worth your
while. I have your favorite knickers on.”
He kissed her cheek
and placed his arm around her waist.
“Preston, show the man out.” He
led Ginny to the dance floor.
“So,
Mr. Jones. You are the git that keeps bothering our
Ginbug. He left because he promised his
wife he wouldn’t do anything illegal to you. Didn’t let that make
you feel safe, for none of us have made that promise. I assure you, each of us knows how to
torture, kill and dispose of bodies,” Blaise said with a devilish smirk. “Ah! Pans. Hermione,” he said cheerfully before wrapping
an arm around each witch. “Let me buy
you beautiful ladies a drink while Greg shows the gentleman out.”
------******-------
Ginny eyed the
blonde server who was working the guys’ table. She had touched Draco’s hair a number of
times and was making sure to wiggle in front of him and and
had even rubbed up against him a couple of times. Ginny saw Draco flash his wedding ring at the
wench a number of times but the blonde appeared not to be taking ‘no’ for an
answer.
Hermione and Pansy
had both warned the witch, ‘watch who you touch’, but she laughed at them. Draco had danced with Ginny a number of
times, invited her over to his table and offered to sit at hers. She refused, saying everything would be fine
as long as he kept his hands to
himself.
The red-hair witch
relaxed a little as the server approached the guys’
table. Draco wasn’t around this time for the blonde to
manhandle. Out of the corner of her eye,
Ginny saw him approaching the table. As
the server walked by him, she grabbed his arse.
Ginny shot up from the table and drew her wand.
“Ginny, what’s the
problem?” Pansy asked.
“That slut groped
my husband’s arse!”
Ginny ran towards
the server. Hermione and Luna ran after
her. Pansy and Millicent ran for the guys’ table.
“Malfoy!” Pansy yelled. “Ginny!
Stop her!” She pointed to the
redheaded witch who was only a step away from the blonde server.
Draco started after
his wife. “Ginny, NO!” he screamed.
She placed her hand
on the blonde's shoulder and turned her around. “You were warned, bitch! That’s my husband you touched.”
“Sweetie, if my
husband looked like that I wouldn’t be sitting at a different table. I’ll touch whomever I like,” the blonde hissed at Ginny.
“You think
so!” Ginny raised her wand and cast a
spell.
The blonde sneezed and
giant bat-boogies came out of her nose and attacked her.
“Ginny!” Draco
hissed as he placed his hand over hers and lowered her wand.
“What,
sweetheart? I was only protecting what
is mine.” Ginny squeezed his bottom.
“I can’t believe
you, Ginny,” Hermione said with disgust.
“You’re as bad as Ron at times.”
“Mr. and Mrs.
Malfoy, I’m sorry about this but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Wand use is prohibited in the building,” the
manager said.
“Well, groping the
customers should be grounds for termination,” Ginny spat.
“I’ll look into
that, Madame.” The manager bowed and
left.
“Hermione, let
everyone know we’re fine and we went home,” Draco said. “Come on, Ginny.” They headed for the door.
Blaise sat down and
pulled Pansy on his lap. “I think you
should stay here. The wench was eyeing
you, too.”
Greg watched the
blonde server try to run from her boogies.
“Damn, Ginny keeps getting better with that hex.”
------******------
The blonde server
walked up to Daniel Jones. She handed
him a small glass tube that contained a number of white blond hairs. “I was going to have my friend use
these. A little game we play, you
know. I get to sleep with a different
man every night while remaining faithful.
However, that bitch deserves this.
I hope you trick her good.”
------******-------
Draco and Ginny
walked in front of Malfoy International.
“How long will you
be?” Ginny huffed.
He looked into her
eyes and gave her a pleading stare.
“Please don’t be that way, Love.
It will be an hour at the most. We’re leaving for France tomorrow at ten. I have to make sure everything is in order
for my meeting Monday morning. Why don’t you head to the toyshop? I’ll meet you there.” He kissed her and walked into the
building.
Ginny continued
down the street as a tall man in a hooded cloak watched her. He had been listening closely to the couple’s
conversation.
------******-------
Cam and Serpens
stood outside the fenced paddock that contained the new jumping pony. Thuban sat on top of the fence watching his
grandfather set up a couple of jumps.
Lucius looked around the area.
“Thuban, I've
forgotten the lead. Will you please
retrieve it?”
“Yes, Grandfather,”
he said before climbing down from the fence and skipping about the ground. Serpens ran after his older brother. They had been at the paddock farthest from
the stables. They had to walk through a
small wooded area before they could see the building. As the building came into sight, Thuban
decided to take a short cut through the small paddock next to it. Lucius and Draco had told the boys many times
to never walk through the paddocks unless they were with an adult. However, in his excitement, Thuban decided to
chance it.
He told Serpens to
wait for him, climbed over the fence and ran for the stables. The small boy was only a short distance into
the paddock when the sound of hooves caught his attention. His Grandfather’s prized stallion, Zenith,
was aggressively heading for him. He
turned and ran for the closest fence.
Serpens screamed repeatedly as the horse neared his brother.
The blood curdling
screams of the toddler rung throughout the grounds of the old Manor. Somehow, in his terror he had invoked his
magic increasing the volume. Narcissa
was in her parlor when she heard it. She
managed to control her panic, collected her wand and Apparated to the
stables. Lucius had gathered Cam into
his arm and Apparated also.
When they arrived,
Thuban was climbing the fence and the horse used its head on the boy’s bottom
knocking him up and over the fence.
Narcissa quickly conjured cushions for the boy to land on and Lucius
slowed the rate of his fall. They
swiftly went to the boy.
“Thuban sweetheart,
are you all right?” Narcissa stammered as she ran her wand over him and found
no injuries. She helped him to his feet,
lovingly brushed him off and hugged him.
“Thank Merlin, you’re fine.”
The little wizard
rubbed his bottom. “My behind hurts
some.”
The witch ran her
wand over the boy again. Once she was
sure that the little boy only possessed a tender backside, she scowled at
him. “If I see or hear of you walking
across a paddock again your behind will hurt more than some. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,
Grandmother.”
“You march yourself
into your bedchamber this minute. Tipsy
will come for you when your parents return,” she firmly ordered.
The little wizard
ran at top speed for the house before his grandfather could scowl at him
too.
Narcissa turned to
her other grandsons. In the course of
making sure Thuban was fine and hadn’t noticed Serpens
was still crying. Cam was trying to
comfort his little brother. She scooped
the toddler up into her arms. “There. There.
Serpens.
Thuban is fine.”
“I thought horse
would kill him. He’s a mean horse,” the
toddler was barely able to string the words together and he continued to cry on
her shoulder.
Lucius patted the
boy’s back and looked sorrowfully into his wife’s eyes. “Zenith will go to the Manchester stables
immediately. I will no longer house
stallions at our home stables.”
She nodded
gratefully at him and returned her attention to the boy. “Would you like some ice cream, Serpens? I’m sure your grandfather would be happy to
run to Florean Fortescue’s
Ice Cream Parlor and retrieve any flavor you like.”
------******-------
Ginny stopped in
front of Madam Malkin’s and
turned to her husband. She folded her
arms and tapped her left foot. “Draco,
I’m not going anywhere until you explain your strange behavior. First, you told me you’re
going to be an hour in the office and ten minutes later you’re in the toy
shop. Then you say that you’re hungry and you want lunch and we start walking this
way. There’s no place to eat up here.”
“Yes, there is the
Leaky Cauldron,” he said.
“The Leaky
Cauldron?” she looked perplexed. Draco
would never take her to the Leaky Cauldron.
“What did you pay
Thuban last weekend?” Ginny questioned.
The impostor Draco chuckled, grabbed her wrist and showed Ginny that he had her
wand. “You’re a smart one but not smart
enough. I have a job to do and I plan on
doing it.” He placed a spell on
her.
“Now be a good
witch and come along.” She was able to
fight the curse enough to slow down their pace.
“Come now, my love, I only need a couple of photos of us in a moment of
intimacy. You may even enjoy yourself.
“NO!” Ginny shouted
before the curse took hold of her again.
Upon walking out of
Ice Cream Parlor, Lucius heard his daughter-in-law’s voice shouting in
fear. He looked around and saw her with
his son across the street. Ginevra was
walking strangely, as she followed Draco and her eyes were very fearful of the
blond wizard. Something was not
right. He hastily approached the couple.
Lucius looked at
the witch then hissed at man in front of him, “Who are you?”
“Why, Father….”
“You are not my
son. Draco could perform a proper Imperius Curse at sixteen.”
“Very well, I’m
your servant, Mr. Malfoy. In the process
of getting the photos you have ordered,” said the imposter.
“I didn’t order
this. I wished to see if she was
faithful to my son.” Lucius drew his
wand. “Remove the curse or I will kill
you.”
The Polyjuice started to wear off and the wizard dropped both
wands. Ginny was able to break free of
his curse and collected her wand. She
looked at the wizard after the polyjuice had worn
off. It was Daniel Jones.
She pointed her
wand at her father-in-law. “You sick
bastard. You sent him.”
“I didn’t send him
to do this…”
“Shut up! If you even come near me or my children
again, I will kill you!” She lifted her
wand and Disapparated.
Lucius took the
man’s wand and forcefully pulled him to his feet. “Come, I will hand you over to my son.”
--------********--------
Ginny rushed her
children to the floo at Malfoy Manor.
Narcissa was right behind her.
“Ginevra please explain this to me.”
“Tipsy. Nan. Help the children floo to Black Hall. I will be there shortly.” She turned to her mother-in-law. “I’m so sorry,
Narcissa, but I can’t have my children around Lucius. You are welcome in my home anytime but he is
not. The children will no longer come to
the Manor.”
“What has he done,
Ginevra?” the older witch asked.
--------********--------
“I turned him over
to the Aurors, Father. There is still a
large price to pay for using an unforgivable.
He’s claiming you paid him,” Draco bit his lower lip trying to hold back
his anger.
“I employed him to
verify your wife’s fidelity not to trick her into an affair. I merely needed to be certain she loved you,”
Lucius stated. “I will remind you that
it was I who stopped him.”
“If you hadn’t to
have happened by he would have raped my
wife,” Draco raged. “Bloody hell,
Father, you do realize that. I was
lucky, she was lucky and you were lucky.
It’s good we’re leaving for France
tomorrow. Hell, I think we’ll leave
today.”
“Calm yourself,
Draco. All is well. Ginevra is fine and she has proven her love
for you. She is truly a member of the
Malfoy family now.”
“You’re mad!” He
glazed at his father. “All is not bloody
well. My own father put my wife in
danger.”
Narcissa burst
through the door of Draco’s office and rounded on her husband who was sitting
in a winged back chair. “Is it
true? Did you hire that man?” she spat.
“Calm yourself, Cissy.”
“DID YOU HIRE THAT
MAN?” she snarled emphasizing each word.
“Yes,” he
said. “Let me...” She Disapparated
before he could finish. He turned
to his son. “Your mother has always had
a temper. I will speak with her once she
calms down.”
“I wouldn’t count
on that, Father. As for my family and I,
we will be going to France for the week.
I will be discussing this matter with Ginevra. I will tell you now, you old fool, the best
you can hope for is that I will continue to work in these offices and you will
be allowed to watch your grandsons grow up from afar.” The young wizard lifted his wand and Disapparated.
Draco Apparated
into the foyer of Black Hall not noticing Thuban's little hands gripping the
rails on the first floor landing. The
sobbing of two witches came from the parlor off the foyer. Narcissa and Ginny sat hugging each
other. Three of his mother’s large
traveling trunks sat of to the side of the room. The older witch looked up when she saw her
son and motioned for him.
“You’re safe now,
Ginevra,” she repeated as she patted the young witch’s back.
“Mother?” Draco whispered.
“She’ll be fine,
darling. She’s
had a very dramatic day. She merely
needs to be comforted through a good cry.”
She patted the empty seat behind her and he sat down. She slowly moved away from Ginny and handed
her off to Draco.
“I’ll check on the
children,” Narcissa said and Draco nodded.
Hearing his grandmother,
Thuban ran to his room. He didn’t understand everything that was said but he heard
enough to know his grandfather had hurt his mother. He sat down and wrote a quick note. He gave the note to his father’s owl and ran
off looking for his grandmother. He
caught up with her outside of his parents' chambers. She sent him to Tipsy and directed the elf to
assist the children in washing up for lunch.
He tried to watch as his father came out of the room.
“How is she?”
Narcissa asked.
“Sleeping, she’ll
be fine.”
The blonde witch started to break down. “I am so sorry, Draco. I had no idea what he was doing. I would have...”
He ran to his
mother and collected her into his arms.
“I know, Mother. He betrayed both
of us. Where do you plan on going?”
“The
country house, maybe the London flat. I
haven’t thought.”
“He will look for
you.” He lifted her chin and kissed her
forehead. “My family is leaving for the
Villa in France after lunch. Come with us. Ginny will love the company and the help with
the boys. If you do not wish to return
to Father after the trip, you can stay in our guest house until a more suitable
place can be found.”
“Only
if Ginevra agrees, Draco.”
He smiled at his
mother. “She will.”
--------********--------
Lucius stood at the
top of the staircase. “Her clothing and
personal items are gone. Who helped her
pack and where did she go?” he hissed at the house elves below.
“Master, no one
helped her. She be
silent. We only hear her leave. She go to Master
Draco’s.”
“Damn it!” he
screamed.
Draco’s owl flew by
and dropped a letter at his feet. The
bird didn’t wait.
It flew away instantly. Lucius
grabbed the letter in hopes it was from Narcissa. The handwriting was Thuban's. He ripped open the envelope and removed the
letter.
Grandfather:
WHY? You’ve broken my
heart. WHY?
Thuban
PS: I wanted to
send you a howler but I didn’t know how!
Draco was
right. He was a fool! Narcissa told him not to interfere. His son had told him the same. However, he had to be in control and what did it get him? An empty house! He looked down at his watch.
Noon, I would be
eating lunch with my grandsons if I hadn’t hired that
man, he thought. He saw the ice cream he
had bought for the children on the table by the door. He placed a cooling charm on it. “Take that to Black Hall, Serpens will be
waiting for it,” he ordered and an elf disappeared with it.
“I saved
Ginevra. They will see that when they
calm down. I have hope. I will always have hope.” He continued to mumble as he walked down the
stairs and to the bottle of fire whiskey in his study.
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