Ginger Malfoy

Lucius, Father, Sir..

Lucius sat quietly at the broad mahogany dinner table and thought over a cup of tea. He sensed that this day would be different. He sensed a shift in the air. Lucius Malfoy could sense many things, and this sensitivity was half the reason that Malfoys were a force to be reckoned with.

He knew that he was about to be surprised, and yet, he knew what was going to happen, so it wasn't a surprise at all. When Narcissa opened the door to the dining room and gave him a concerned look, he read her face and called to the young man just past the doorframe.

"Draco, come where I can see you, boy. You seem to have given your mother quite a turn."

Narcissa looked at her husband in shock, as if saying, "How can you be so calm about this?" Or maybe she was just wondering how he had known that Draco was there. Either question would be quite valid.

Draco stepped into the room, walking carefully as if everything was made of glass. His wife trailed slowly behind him, eyeing each object in the room, making sure nothing could harm her.

"Lucius.." Draco said.

"Father," Narcissa corrected sharply.

Draco started again, "Lucius, father, sir."

Lucius smiled, apparently at ease. Draco guessed that he was just trying to scare him with his casualness. Lucius was never much of a yeller, but he could guilt Draco into just about anything. That's why Draco felt so uncomfortable around his father. His dad could break him.

Narcissa worriedly wrung her hands and said, "Lucius, dear, did you hear that Draco has a baby?"

"She's eleven. She's hardly a baby," Ginny said, looking crossly at her worried mother-in-law.

"She's a baby to us," Narcissa said, her eyes misting over. "If I had seen the child even once, my life would be so different."

"So your daughter is eleven, you said?" Lucius mused. "The Riddles had a girl about that age. She must be around your daughter's year. What house is the child in?"

"Her name is Ginger. And regrettably, she's a Slytherin," Ginny spat, not thinking about the fact that Draco, too, was a Slytherin.

"Ginger Malfoy. How very-"

"-Weasley sounding? I know. I've heard it before," Ginny cut Lucius' sentence short.

"At least this Ginger is a Slytherin. Malfoys are supposed to be cunning, not insufferable, nosy, hero-types. You're lucky, Draco, that the child is still right, even though its mother is so wrong."

"She is right here, you know!" Ginny shrieked. "Keep your stupid bloody opinions to yourself! Our child is perfect and Draco is proud to have me as Ginger's mother! If I have to hear another word of your small-minded bigotry, I will kill myself. You may not like me, but I'm not a big fan of you either and I really don't care how a racist snob views me. Let's go, Draco, we're leaving. This was a bad idea."

Draco had not spoken this whole time, but now he put up his hand in pause. "Father, did you say Riddle?"

Ginny's eyes bulged impatiently and Lucius was amused that Draco did not heed his wife's wish for a dramatic exit.

"I did," Lucius replied. "The girl's name is, as I recall, Leviathana. I have great hopes for that girl. She maintains the requirements of a true Slytherin."

"And what are those?" Ginny asked, both hate and curiosity laced in her words.

"She has two things: respect for blood purity and one great desire."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, seeing the blood in his father's eyes.

"She wants to finish what the Dark Lord started."

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A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to update. School's a jerk. Hopefully I'll update every week from now on. Haha kisses to those who read this. Vote and review? It would make my day!