A Veela's Mate || Draco Malfoy

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Monday, September 2   

Lucius watched bemusedly as Draco followed his mate out of the suite. "That is not what I had expected," he said to Severus and found his long time friend staring at the closed door with a pensive look on his face. "Where do you think she went?"

"Probably to vent that temper of hers. It has gotten worse since her precious mutt died. It wouldn't surprise me if there were some Demon blood in that girl, or possibly some Dark Elf. She has their temperament."

Lucius turned that bit of information over in his mind and thought back to the flavor of the scent the girl gave off. "I'd say Dark Elf, she doesn't smell right for it to be Demon. She is temperamental, you say?"

"Oh yes." Severus snorted. "She only stayed with her relatives for four days. We had to retrieve her after she almost blew the place up for the third time. That child has no concept of anger management. Draco will have his hands full with that one. The brat spent the rest of the summer under heavy guards and wards and she still almost demolished everything around her several times. In the end, everyone just left her alone."

"No one taught her control?" Lucius asked, aghast. To let power like that go unchecked... it was unheard of.

"No, Dumbledore told us to give her space and to 'let her grieve'." Severus snorted again. "The old fool."

"Tell me they at least researched her background," Lucius all but implored. "That girl is not fully human, I'll state the Malfoy name on that, and unless we know what we are dealing with, we can't help her deal with and develop her gifts."

"No, no research, no nothing. The girl ended up spending most of her time in the Black library reading Merlin knows what," Severus said with an exasperated sigh. He was not happy with the way Dumbledore had refused to deal with Potter. Letting the girl loose in the Black Library? That was just asking for trouble. And considering that this was James Potter's spawn...

"Oh dear," Lucius murmured, fighting down an urge to go and hunt the teens down to make sure they were all right. "I have a feeling I will be spending a lot of my time at Hogwarts this year. Do you think the bumbling fool will let me stay here?"

"Offer to teach Defense and he will welcome you with open arms," Severus shot back with a smirk.

"Don't you have a Defense teacher already?"

"Unfortunately. An ex-Auror who is so old she barely remembers her own name," Severus replied with disdain. "That goes double for any counters to even the most common hexes and curses."

Looking around the room, the Potions master stepped up to Potter's bedroom with a sigh. "We might as well do something useful while we wait. I will deal with this mess, why don't you do something about the living room?"

Lucius walked up to his friend and took a good look at the extremely red and gold room. He shuddered. "Who in Merlin's name would do something like this? Dumbledore wouldn't have had the time, and he is the only one I can think of with this garish taste."

"He probably sent that deranged elf that used to plague you. What was his name? Dopy?"

"You know, I must thank the girl for freeing that revolting thing. I never understood what Narcissa saw in him," Lucius said with a small laugh. Life at the Manor had become so much easier after that elf had left them. Of course, his wife had never forgiven Potter for the 'theft'. He would have to talk to her to make sure she did not harm the girl in retaliation. Draco would not take kindly to that, and blood was so difficult to get out of carpets, not to mention tapestries.

Pushing the thoughts aside for later, the blond turned back to the living room and looked around. The place was well below Malfoy standards, and he would be only too happy to rectify the situation. Twirling his cane, he surveyed the room and decided to start with the walls. Orange, how utterly tacky.