It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: In which Lucius Malfoy makes his appearance
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Uh for the purpose of the plot, Snape didn't die during the war ok!
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Lucius Malfoy was having a bad day.

The day had started normally enough; he had awakened to the sound of birds chirping, his daily coffee and breakfast was on his bedside stand, along with a note from his wife that she had gone to buy some jewelry. 'Spending unnecessarily again,' he thought dryly, 'Well, it is not as though we can't afford it.' Rufous, his trusty owl, had brought him today's papers, and he peered at it cautiously, to avoid being shocked by the headlines, seeing that his whole household (even the house-elves) had gotten a rude shock just recently when the blasted newspapers had reported that his son was dead when the Aurors attacked. He scoffed at the thought, as if a Malfoy could be taken down by those useless Aurors so easily.

And then the trouble stuck.

One of his newer house-elves, 'Daffodil was it?' had popped into his room with a package addressed to him. Upon opening it, he discovered someone had mailed him a large treacle pie, with no name attached. He especially hated sweet desserts like that, so feeling exceptionally generous, he had told the elf to take it to the kitchen and share it with the house-elves that were free at the moment. That was his mistake. Barely five minutes later, house-elves repeatedly apparated into his bedroom, confessing their undying eternal love to the older Malfoy. Apparently, some prankster had decided it was a good idea to put some love potion into the pie, and since he had given it to Daffodil to share, all those who ate it were now affected by the effects of the potion. Just wait till he got to the bottom of this matter, he fumed, yelling at the next love-struck elf that apparated into his bedroom.

"If one more elf pops into my bedroom again," Lucius all but roared, his voice echoing down the extensive hallways of the Malfoy Manor, "Then they can expect to be given clothing and be told to retire!"

His threat seemed to work, and at long last he could finally get the peace and quiet he desired in the mornings. Finishing his last sip of his morning coffee, he pulled a book off his shelf and settled down into his tall brown winged  chair.

Yes, Lucius Malfoy was having a bad day indeed.

About half an hour later, a series of knocks sounded at his bedroom door.

"Come in," Lucius sighed, wondering who could be at the door now, after he had finally gotten his peace-a full thirty minutes of it. He watched distastefully, expecting the door to swing open, but it didn't. Instead, a silvery lion pawed its way through the door, and bowed respectfully. Eyebrows raised slightly - Draco only sent his Patronus when there was great trouble or when he needed to clear things up quickly - so this could only mean one of the two. A nod, and his son's weary pleading voice floated unnaturally out of the lion.

"Father, I need you at my apartment now. The potion, it ran out, and I can't make a new batch in time. Please, help, Father it hurts."

Lucius Malfoy froze.

Oh yes, Lucius Malfoy was having a bad day, but it just got a whole lot worse.
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They were out in the field, where even the greenest of grasses paled in comparison with his eyes. Draco could not help but be captivated by them, even when he had been merely a first year those beautiful emerald eyes had always fascinated him.

'What are you thinking of, Draco?' The golden boy chuckled as he playfully swatted Draco's cheek, '...Mosquito!' Harry lied sheepishly as Draco sent him a glare at the gesture.

'Thinking about your eyes, love. What else could I be thinking about when I'm with you?' The blonde murmured, gazing at the said eyes in front of him. A flood of red rushed to the raven-haired man's cheeks and he smiled ever so shyly, the most amazing smile Draco had ever seen. All the thoughts that were accumulating in his mind instantly vanished as he was swept up in the moment with Harry.