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*Arriving in a coach in front of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft*

*Stepping down from the carriage and glaring at the coachman*

Take this around the side entrance and be ready to leave when I am!

*walking up the way and into a the cavernous Great Hall*

Apparently Dumbledore is having a fete this evening.

*Spying the rather garish Christmas tree and other acoutrements*

Christmas in July. How. . .quaint.

*Impatiently making my way down the hall when I come upon...*

Good Evening, Severus

*Eyeing his black robes*

Why that man goes around dressed like a funeral director, I'll never know.
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*nods at Lucius*

Ah, Lucius. What an..interesting surprise.

*takes in Lucius' immaculate and expensive clothing*

How typical. Leave it to Lucius to draw attention to himself. I suppose next he'll begin recruiting followers of his own so he can attempt to take the place of the Dark Lord

*forces a small smile*

And to what does Hogwarts owe the pleasure of your visit?
Certainly not to attend this. . .charming party.

*looks at Snape suspiciously*

I'm here to check on Draco. He forgot to say goodbye before he left. You know how careless children can be.

*chuckles*

But, of course you do.

He's a glorified baby sitter


*raises an eyebrow*

Of course. Although, I must say. In all the years I've known Draco, I've found him to be anything but careless.

*sneers slightly*

However, I'm certain I don't know your son nearly as well as you.

*motions in the direction of the party*

I'm afraid I haven't seen him this evening. Still, he could, perhaps, be at Potter's party. If you would like to look for yourself, I'm certain the Headmaster would not object.

And now we'll see just how far you are willing to carry this farce as a concerned father.
*Raising an eyebrow*

I doubt I'd find my son there among Potter's sycophants. And, yes I know him far better than anyone else. The bond between a father and son is. . .

*breaking off to give Snape a look of mock sympathy*

I guess you wouldn't know anything about that though, would you?

*expression hardening*

But Draco is my business, alone. He's the a Malfoy heir and with that comes specific obligations. I won't have my son exposed to any. . .inappropriate influences.

Must I spell it out for you? As if I'd be cowed by a traitor to our glorious cause.

*grinds teeth together but give him a tight smile*

Of course, Lucius. And, as the Head of Slytherin, I, too, want what is best for Draco. As it is with all other Slytherins. And I assure you, Draco is more than prepared to meet any...obligations that he may have.

Insufferable fool. Does he really believe he knows his son as well as he thinks? Merlins beard, I know the boy better.
Yes, I'm sure your quite a capable baby. . .ahem, professor. Draco speaks of you often enough.

*trying not to look ill*

It seems you've formed quite an attachment to my son.

Arrogant prat. I must make a mental note to plan his torture and horrible death.

I need to remember to pick up some thumb screws.

*ignores the baby comment...for now*

Oh, I wouldn't call it an attachment, Lucius. Surely you remember the bonds that students form with their Head of House? Draco merely sees me as someone he can rely on.

*sneers slightly*

Not that he can't rely on you, of course...

Insolent fool. I wonder precisely how many galleons it would cost me to bribe his house elf into slipping some hair-removal potion into his drink. Or perhaps I could convince Narcissa to assist me. She has been known to find his feminine hairstyle quite ridiculous...Ah, I shall have to remember to look in to that.
Yes, well, let me see. Is he more familiar with the man that gave him life or a teacher. . .that is a dilemma.

A bond, you say?

*raises one silver eyebrow suggestively*

You DO sound fond of the boy. He relies on you?

*putting on a mask of concern*

What for? Exactly?

When you can't win, attack. Of course he knows the boy better than I do. It's not as if I spend my days chatting with children.
And for all I know Severus' tastes DO run to young boys. Hell, the man could be humping goats for all I know. Still, I couldn't resist an opening like that.

Prat.
*smirk grows a bit more sinister, visions of a bald Lucius running through his mind*

Really, Lucius, you sound as though you haven't any idea what life at Hogwarts is like for your son. And here you were just telling me how close the two of you were.

*continues to smirk, although his tone is that of concern*

Surely you're aware of the difficulties he faces? Not only for being in Slytherin, but also for his namesake, as well as his open rivalry with Potter. I merely make certain that he is treated with the proper amount of repect that he deserves.

Subtlety was never your strong suit, Lucius. Really, do you honestly think I will tell you anything more about your son that what you already know?





*eyes flashing*

Well, when I want parenting advice from you, I'll be sure to. . .

*looking over Severus' shoulder at MY son and Granger's little sidekick walking in the door*

Actually, I do have an idea what's going on with my son. It seems as if he's found himself a pet Mudblood.

*narrowing eyes on Draco and walking forward with a swirl of my cape-- growing angrier with every stride*

Well, well, well. . .out for a romantic stroll in the moonlight, were we?

*tucking my cane under my arm as I meticulously pull every the gloves off of every finger*


*stopping dead in his tracks*

F-Father?

*Eyes wide, his heart begins to race. Suddenly he feels intensely dizzy, like he can't stand alone. He garbs onto Hermione unintentionally, just to keep himself upright.*

Can't...breathe! The walls are closing in on me...Father...I'm going crazy!...I need air...Why do my legs feel so weak?

*grips Hermione with a stranged cry, trying to bend over to catch his breath*
Malfoy! What...?
::Panics::

Professor Snape, do something!

Malfloy? Draco, wake up!
*rolls eyes to hide concern*

Really, Ms. Granger. There is no need to become hysterical. It would appear that Draco is merely shocked to see his father.

*glances at Lucius*

Although I can't possibly imagine why. After all, Lucius, you did say that he merely forgot to say goodbye...
*smirks*

Yes, I did say that.

*Lucius leans over Draco, slapping his cheek once*

Son?

*shaking his shoulders*

Draco?

*starting to get alarmed but hiding it*

Wake up, Draco! This instant!

Draco drives me to distraction at times but he's my only heir. Narcisssa's too old to be having a new brood.
::Glares at Lucius::

Mr. Malfoy, please! There's no need for you to slap him! Can't you see that he's in a bad way?

::Turns to Snape::

Professor, I'm taking Draco to the Hospital Wing. Do you have any objection as his Head of House?

::Turns back to Lucius::
Do you?

::Starts to draw wand to start levitating Draco::

lucius298

13 years ago

severus_potion

13 years ago

x_hgranger_x

13 years ago

At least there's someone in the school who seems happy to see The Malfoy. Coming down another corridor after all the drama has been levitated away, immensely pleased with herself, Pansy pulls up short when she spots Lucius's distinctive figure approaching. "Mr. Malfoy," she simpers, "how good it is to see you."
*arches an eyebrow*

Good evening, Miss Parkinson.

*steps aside to give him room in the corridor*

What brings you to the school tonight? Is there anything wrong?
*warily watching her*

Nothing that need concern you, my dear.

*leaning against a wall negligently*

Why aren't you enjoying the. . .

*smirking*

festivities?

This little girl is up to something.
*laughs derisively*

Mr. Malfoy, surely you have a better impression of me than someone who would attend a celebration for Harry Potter?

Just what's so important that Lucius Malfoy himself would come to the school?
*sighing in exasperation*

If you MUST know, I came to check up on Draco. Actually, it was fortuitous that I came. He's feeling a bit under the weather.

*sneering*

And we can never be quite sure of the impressions we give, can we?
There's no way I can answer that without shooting myself in the foot, damn him.

*smiles sweetly*

But the impression you give is a credit to your power and heritage, Mr. Malfoy. I'm sorry to hear about Draco. Perhaps I should check on him.
*widening my eyes*

Why, thank you, Miss Parkinson. Perhaps, you should check on Draco. I do know how well you two get on.

*smiling a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes*

Quite a cunning little cat. She might be worth looking up later on. I prefer them with a bit more experience. If I remember correctly, her mother was quite lovely.
*holding the simpering smile*

As well as can be, Mr. Malfoy. I'll do that now, actually. Good evening.
*Inclining my head*

Good evening, Miss Parkinson.

*pauses to look at her thoughtfully as she walks away*


She's clearly up to something but, for the life of me, I cannot fathom what. Still, it was a welcome distraction. I had no idea the little girl had. . .matured. Perhaps I should visit my dear old friends, The Parkinsons.