The lion and The Snake - a drarry fanfic

Chapter 27

Lucius Pov:

Mr.Greengrass sat opposite my desk. His left ankle sitting on his right knee, with his hands placed on his velvet robes, a disconcerting smirk splattered on his face. The man's bloodlines are undoubtedly pure. There is no speculation surrounding them, unlike our Malfoy and Black ancestry. Either of his daughters is a suitable match because of this. The older one, Daphne, was in Draco's class, but Hyperion insisted the younger. Apparently she, Astoria, is far more attractive that her older sister. It doesn't matter to me. I just don't want my son mucking around with the boy who lived and destroying my remaining, withering strand, of a reputation.

The odd eyed man was still babbling on. "Sorry." I muttered. "I wasn't listening." Honesty earns you more respect; unless the truth disrespects you. Then you lie.

"I was just saying your son was clinging on rather tightly to that blood-traitor's hand."

"He isn't a blood-traitor." Hyperion Greengrass still has a racist view upon society; even after we were proven wrong. I didn't realise how boring it was. All I lusted for was pure-blood lines and power.

"Do you have a son?" I ask. Draco being gay isn't the problem. I cannot have my son marrying, fucking, settling with the boy who stole all of my respect.

"A son? No, only two girls." His frankly weird eyes glint with prejudice.

"Pity. That would be a good couple, pure blood-lines and my son is... Happy."

This statement clearly upset the man. Hyperion stood up quickly, eyes flaring, wand pointed at my face.

"GAY. YOUR SON IS GAY, I'm offering you my most beautiful daughter and you want a son. All you care about is pure-bloodlines. Surely that doesn't matter if your son is rubbing his dick against dick. I WANT MY MONEY, Malfoy. The wedding is in the summer holidays or your deal to break up you girlish son and the boy-who-fucking-lived is over. Meaning you are dead. You are all dead."

I stand up calmly. "My Greengrass. Put your wand away, you suffering little imbecile. How dare you threaten me? You were meant to kill the boy by starting the dementor attack, you failed. So far you have failed me. You will get your money, when our children are married. Swine. You agreed to marry you daughter to my gay son for a pure-blood heir. If he wants to fuck boys on the side, he will. Now get out of my house."

It's nearly impossible to suppress my laughter at the man's dumbstruck face. The maid, an underweight half-blood with mouse-like features, brings the wizard his umbrella and a cup of floo powder.

"Treating you maids like you elves?" Sniggered the insufferable fool while walking towards the empty fireplace.

"No, we actually hired her last week. She is putting on weight. A method to express our forgiveness in our search for redemption. Thank you Laura."

"It's Lauren, Sir."

"Sorry." I mutter awkwardly. Hyperion laughs aloud. "Just leave, I can't bare to look at your stupid face much longer."

The slightly plum man grabs the floo powder and drops it into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley." Greengrass has done this on every occasion to prevent me from locating his home; very intelligent of him. Although it screams 'do not trust me'. Hardly surprising.

"Sorry for getting your name wrong Lauren. Thank you for your service today. Go enjoy a good hearty meal." I smile at her but she is still afraid. Still afraid of the rumours. Everyone has been claiming that Draco is misunderstood. They are wrong; it's me.

Narcissa walks in gracefully. Her long hair pulled off her face but it still dangles along her shoulders, her slender body is hidden underneath her emerald robes, likes always her nose is slightly upturned. I move towards her and give her a gentle hug. Even though our marriage was arranged, it doesn't stop me loving her beautiful image. When I first saw her on the Hogwarts express she had the pristine image surrounding her. So sharp and stunning; it certainly hasn't faded.

"Draco should be with who he wants." She pushes me away, rougher than usual, my beauty has been drinking again.

"Darling, I'm doing what is best for the family." I sit on the edge of my desk.

"Best for the family?! What about what Draco wants? Surely that is best for the family. He loves Harry. Harry saved him. It will bring our reputation up. It doesn't matter that he is gay." She taunts.

"I know it doesn't." I shout back at her. Falling into her trap. "It's already done." I say in a cool contrast. Narcissa face contracts in rage. She grabs the nearest candle holder and aims for my face. Luckily she falls shorts and it thumps my chest instead. "The muggles would arrested you for that." I mutter. I walk out. Leaving my beautiful wife crying on the floor of my study. Down the hall I can hear her muttering, repeatedly.

"I will stop this Draco. I will. I will."

'Protect family hounour.' My father muttered the phrase in my ear as soon as I could crawl. Narcissa doesn't understand, she wants to keep Draco happy, his happiness will destroy our remaining hounour after the war. There is a huge crash. I sprint back into my office to find it completely trashed by my wife.

Gently I grab her wrists. She struggles, wriggling manically, aiming to hit our fists on my face. Eventually the blonde women tires. Her head falls onto my chest and she sobs. I let go of her wrists and move my hands to the small of of her back. I hold Narcissa close; protecting her with my strong arms.

"It's too late." I whisper quietly. She looks up at me causing her grey eyes to meet mine. A strong sense of accusation is burrowed in them. "I'm telling the truth Narcissa, if the wedding doesn't happen..." I stroke her face. Pausing for an enternity because I cannot bare to tell the truth. "Otherwise he will kill all of us. Hyperion Greengrass will kill Draco, you, me, Harry and any ones he feels have failed him."

Narcissa believes me. A heavy thud signifies that she has callopsed. This woman will do anything to save our son and I have put us all in grave danger. "We must tell Draco." she murmers. Pulling me down to the floor to join her in her sorrow. We hold each other there.

"I love you." I mutter in her ear.

"I must write a letter to Draco." Her rejection hurts but I do not let it show on my face. Narcissa rushes up to find the nearest quill and parachment. Taking a significantly longer time due to the mess she made just a few moments ago. I can hear the scratching of the quill wriggling away. "Don't worry Lucious, i'm trying to convience Draco to marry the girl." I nod a gentle thank you.

"I will go get the owl."

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