(y/n) sat in her office with a pouting black-eyed Draco as he complained about how uncouth Gryffindors, especially the Weasley's are.
"I hate to rain on your parade, but I missed the part where you accurately recount what exactly happened." She took a sip of her tea.
"Well, I- er." His painfully pale face turned red from embarrassment. "I may have egged both him and Longbottom on."
"Ah, I see. Was this malicious or was it good-humored?" She watched him take a measured sip of his tea.
"Do you want the truth or the answer that won't reflect poorly on my character?" He sized her up.
"So it was malicious in nature, what compelled you to feel that way towards them?" She sent him a look that disarmed him for a moment, which was long enough for him to answer.
"I don't know, (y/n)." That was the moment that she caught a tiny glimpse of the real him. "If I were to track down the source of it it comes to my father's years of complaining about how witches and wizards like the Weasleys are what's wrong with the world."
"Do you want to keep talking about this?" She sent him a sympathetic look as she provided him an immediate out.
"No, I have to live with my father for at least another six years, I don't think I'd survive hating him the whole time."
"Hating of the source isn't the end goal, the end goal is blissful indifference." (y/n) took this time to take a sip of her tea.
"What about you?" He earned a spit take there.
"Excuse me?" She said waving her hand and immediately cleaning the mess.
"Why do you hate your parents?" He set his cup down and topped out her cup for her.
"Why do you want to know?" She looked incredulously at the blond before her.
"I expose a wound, I'd like getting equal compensation." He looked professional which, coming from an eleven-year-old was concerning.
"An elaborate plot concocted by my maternal grandfather and enforced by my father meant to keep my mother's reputation clean because he in all his teenaged hormonal mess, couldn't keep it in his pants until after they were married. They had a son before my first year at Hogwarts and only mentioned it in passing to me in a letter reminding me that under no circumstances was I to divulge my parentage." She said after a long pause that ended with a resigned sigh.
"That's-" He seemed taken aback.
"You know about my time in the States?" She suddenly asked.
"I know you killed a man." Draco was curious as to where this was going.
"Specifically, the father of my children, after putting my daughter in a coma. Which all things considered was probably the least of his crimes, anyway when they found out about the entirety of the situation they had the gall to cry before me. In my father's case, his pride was wounded. My mother was mourning my now entirely ruined reputation in 'sociable circles', as expected. Then my father found out that my daughter is indeed alive and lying prone in St. Mungo's he weaseled his way in here to demand to know why he and my mother are not on the list of people allowed to see her
"He sounds like a dense fool." Draco huffed.
"You have no idea." She downed her tea like a shot.
"How's Regulus?" Draco quickly changed the subject to one they both didn't mind which thankfully helped.
The pair finished their tea and Draco left with a few degrees of separation between them ripped to shreds.
Weeks later, Draco walked into her office with a smug grin.
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Professor Black: A Reader Insert
Fanfiction(y/n) Lucius Black has returned to the UK's corner of the Wizarding World from America, more permanently now as Dumbledore has asked the youngest graduate of Hogwarts to work. Will the events of the past decade catch up to her? Will her parents dec...
