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Malfoy Manor had finally been returned to its former glory, almost four years after the war between the dark and light ended. Lucius had spotted that the Dark Lord was going to lose almost six months before he did, and quickly changed sides. Much to the Order members’ dismay, the information Lucius provided actually aided their success. However, this could not stop Lucius and Draco being sent to Azkaban for four months, a short stay for a family convicted of being Voldemort’s supporters. They both survived their stay, and returned to Malfoy Manor where they planned to live in reasonable comfort and seclusion. Draco had moved on to work for the Ministry as a Curse breaker and his father had returned to being a socialite.
Lucius and his son sat together in the large library of Malfoy Manor. Lucius held a crystal tumbler in one hand, filled with aged fire whiskey, and a small, hardback book in the other. He was trying to read, but was getting distracted by his son, who was pacing restlessly in front of the large, roaring fire. Finally tired of the movement, Lucius threw his book down, causing his son to jump, and glared at him.

“Is there a problem Draco?” he said, practically growling, “because that is very irritating.” He son grumbled and sunk into the armchair opposite his father.

“It’s her father,” he hissed, grabbing an empty tumbler and filling it with his father’s firewhiskey.

“Who?” Lucius asked irritably.

“Her!” his son yelled at him, exasperated, “Granger! She is too tempting father, I can’t stop thinking about her!” Lucius rolled his eyes.

“You have been obsessing about her for nearly five years,” he muttered “you are letting down the family name if you continue to do nothing.” Draco glared at him.

“Don’t you think I know that?” he grumbled, “Father, she’s in love with Snivellous.” At this comment, Lucius cocked an eyebrow.

“You are letting Snape get in your way when it comes to a woman?” It took all his effort not to laugh outright at his son, “that really is disgraceful.” Draco knocked back the contents of his glass.

“It’s not my fault Father,” Draco sighed angrily, “she is besotted with him, it’s disgusting. I don’t know what he has that I don’t. I’m rich, I’m handsome, I’m young, I’m intelligent! I mean, most women are throwing themselves at me!” Lucius laughed at his son’s cockiness, but couldn’t help but agree that he had a point.

“My son, the girl clearly has some sort of insecurity or self-loathing issue,” Lucius suggested, smirking, “why else would she torture herself with Snape?” Draco smirked and rested his head back against the back of the chair.

“Father I know that she’s a mudblood, but she’s so addictive,” Draco sighed, “I just want her so much! I see her working, she’ll be sucking on the end of a quill, or be pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Or even worse Father, bending over a desk measuring potions.” Draco groaned as he thought of Hermione.

“Son,” Lucius muttered, “either do something about her or go upstairs and have a cold shower, because I’m not in the mood for you being hot and steamy around here.” Draco gripped the arms of the chair that he was sat in.

“Haven’t you been desperate to get your revenge of Snape Father?” Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow, “you know as well as I that he should have gone to Azkaban with us.” Lucius narrowed his eyes at his son’s comments.

“What do you want Draco?” he asked curiously, leaning forward to top up his son’s drink.

“Father, couldn’t you do something?” Draco pleaded, “I mean, you hate Severus, but he thinks you like him. Surely you could get Hermione to leave him for me. Father, you can do anything!” Lucius cocked his eyebrow at his son’s comments and leant back, thinking about everything that his son had said,

“You make a curious case my son,” he said softly, knocking back his drink, “I have been thinking of revenge for some time, and I cannot deny that this is an excellent opportunity for it.” Draco grinned eagerly, “I shall consider it my son,” Draco’s cheeks flushed with contentment as he heard his father’s words.

\"Thank you father.\" He grinned widely, \"Please tell me your plans soon.\" Lucius looked at his son with a small smirk.

\"But of course,\"