Mrs.Malfoy

Author Note: Yes, some of you may have figured out what this Emilia person is doing here, but at the same time, I don’t think you do. For you sleuths, you may find out my REAL intention to coming up with this character. And it has nothing to do with the last name, as one person pointed out to me already. The play on letters will be explained in this chapter. J What worries me is that when I was writing some notes I put… “How do we do this?” I looked at that and laughed… “we”…LMAO! Yep, I always knew there were voices in there somewhere.

The paperwork was beginning to become overwhelming. Emilia Klewcon was working diligently to file all the appropriate forms to ensure her place on the ballot. Who knew that the Wizengamot required so much proof of lineage, past deeds, and support. It wasn’t the first two things that she had a problem dealing with; it was the last.

She was new to the area and her support group was limited. She knew she had to gain favour amongst the purebloods in Britain, but she had no clue where to start. She remembered the chestnut haired young woman who mentioned in passing that her husband was one of the most wealthy and influential people in all of the wizarding world. Emilia looked to her day planner. She marked Tuesday with a simple note.

Meet with Malfoy.

Now, she had to send him an invitation to a meeting. Either that, or just show up unannounced. She wondered if that would be a good idea.

“No, he may not be home,” she thought against the notion. “I better just send an owl.”

And so, she stepped away from her desk and opened the cage to a beautiful snowy owl and let him loose.

“Quinn, I need you to find a Lucius Malfoy and deliver this note. Be sure to wait for his reply,” she told the animal as she tied the missive to his leg. After giving him a treat, she opened the window for him. He spread his wings wide and took flight. She watched as the owl swooped low below the window and perched on the shoulder of a man who was knocking on the door to the building.

“Well that was easy enough, I suppose,” she said as her assistant peaked into her room.

“A Mister Lucius Malfoy to see you, Miss Klewcon,” the red head announced.

“Yes, I noticed his arrival. Please send him in, Genevra.”

Yes, Ginny Weasley was working for the Klewcon Order of Peace. She was completely against the idea, but with her mother’s prodding, she accepted the position. Her father, Arthur, absolutely adored the thought of his only daughter becoming so involved with politics and the Ministry. He was proud to say the least.

Before too long, the man was knocking on her door.

“Please come in,” Emilia replied.

She noticed the man was slightly broad with flowing platinum hair that seemed to shimmer in just the right light. His eyes looked toward her. Something inside her jumped. His eyes were of the palest blue and flattered her with their flirtatious twinkle.

“Miss Klewcon, I presume,” he said as he reached out a hand. She placed her hand in his and allowed him to bow deeply, placing a kiss on the back of her alabaster skin.

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Forgive my owl, Quinn. I didn’t expect for you to approach me.”

“When I returned home last evening, my wife had mentioned you. I understand that you are looking for support in the community. I am one of the best people you could possibly have on your side, if I do say so myself. I have asked around town about your ideals and your suggestions for change amongst the wizarding communities. I am intrigued at how well you hide your true intentions,” he blabbed on with the air of superiority and confidence.

Emilia was only slightly taken aback. “I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, my true intentions are to make the Ministry of Magic more efficient, more dedicated, and more…what’s the word I should use?…more pure in their duties,” she replied with an emphasis on the word ‘pure’. He caught the play on words and smiled at this. Yes, she would be a valuable asset in their struggle to maintain pureblood supremacy.

“I couldn‘t agree more, Miss Klewcon. However, I am not familiar with your name. I know of no pureblood families with the title.”

“Emilia, please. May I call you Lucius?” she asked demurely, gesturing to the chair to his left. He sat down with a nod indicating his approval of her use of his given name. She sat as well, and began to pour him some tea. “My family was discovered as being supporters of You-Know-Who. Therefore, they went into hiding, changing the name slightly. It’s a play on letters, you see. K-L-E-W-C-O-N. When changed, they spell Wenlock.” She noticed Lucius’ eyes bulge slightly at recognizing the ancient family name. “I see you know the family well. My family stayed in Ireland all these many years. I came back when I knew that I would not be held accountable for my family’s actions or beliefs. In that respect, I would be free of suspicion and free to pursue any avenues I saw fit. Thus, I came back to Britain to become Minister of Magic and make sure that no one is persecuted for their beliefs, such as my family were.”

Lucius nodded slightly. “I, too, have been accused of such atrocities.”

“So, I’ve heard, Mr. Malfoy. May I be the first to apologize for your mistreatment for only caring about preserving the pureblood way of life.”

He nodded slightly. At that moment, a thought occurred to him. “Miss Klewcon, if you prefer to be called that, there is a party tonight at my manor. I would be honoured if you decide to attend.”

“That would lovely, Lucius. Thank you. What time should I arrive?”

“Around seven would be fine,” he replied as he stood and retrieved his cane.

Emilia stood as well. “Seven it is. I believe my assistant can get the directions from you on your way out.” She placed her hand in his. He bent forward again, however this kiss was slightly more flirtatious and lingering.

“I’ll see you there,” he whispered with a wink and left.

As soon as he was out of sight, she wiped the back of her hand on the leg of her pants in disgust. She peaked between the blinds on her window that looked out across the main office. Once she saw the blond hair disappear through the front door, she opened her door and summoned the youngest Weasley to her side.

“If I am to spend an entire evening with that man, please find me the strongest headache potion in the wizarding world. I don’t know if I can schmooze through this without getting literally sick to my stomach,” she told Ginny.

Ginny patted her shoulder gently as she handed her the address. “It could be worse. It could be a private dinner between the two of you,” she giggled.

Ginny took the glare she received as her cue to leave the woman to prepare for the right things to say and do in a room full of purebloods. She had been in that sort of company before, however, she was a little rusty on her etiquette.

The hours flew past. Emilia found herself at the front door of a massive house. It stood at least four stories past the ground floor. She noticed it’s depth as she walked up the cobblestone path. She saw the replanted flowers that bloomed fresh from the ground. The outside looked as if it was freshly painted. A lot of work went into making this house look perfect.

Emilia sighed as someone touched her arm lightly.

“Miss Klewcon,” the man inquired with a deep voice that made her stomach turn with delight.

“Yes, and you must be Severus Snape. Mrs. Malfoy informed me that you were the one to point her in my direction,” she replied as the onlookers stole quick glances at the pair.

He nodded tersely. “Unfortunately, Mrs. Malfoy will not be attending.”

Emilia looked to two women peering at herself and the former Professor. “Oh?”

Severus gave her a tensed glance and led her inside. The parlour was precariously overfilled with pureblood. Emilia thought that perhaps the smell of old blood alone would make her ill, however, she was ushered down the hall and to the left. Severus opened the door for her. As she walked in, she could see a myriad of silver and greens. The ballroom was decorated for a very special reason. Little did she know, it was she.

“Ah the lady of the evening,” came a booming voice with the use of Sonorus. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my esteemed pleasure to introduce the woman who will bring back the old beliefs. Miss Emilia Klewcon.”

The crowd turned to follow Lucius’ outstretched hand. There she stood in a dark emerald velvet gown. Her flaming red hair pinned slightly up off the nape of her neck, yet a soft cascade of curls slithered down her bare back. She looked around the room in a state of utter surprise. She took out her wand and placed it to her neck.

“I could just kill myself,” was that thought that fleetingly floated through her mind. However, she decided to respond to the overwhelming applause. With a mutter, her voice was amplified.

“Thank you. Thank you all. My dear Mr. Malfoy. How you flatter me so. And I believe I have the esteemed pleasure of representing every one of you when I take the seat as Minister of Magic.”

Again, the clapping was thunderous as she returned her voice to normal and gave a slight bow to Lucius from across the room. She descended the steps into the large room with the air and grace of a true ancient pureblood. Her poise impressed even the most influential of the partygoers.

She approached Lucius after many handshakes and well wishes. “Mr. Malfoy…forgive me,” she said when he raised a finger to correct her. “Lucius, I am so honoured by all this. How could I ever repay you?”

He gave her a devilish smile and leaned into her ear. “I’ll remember that you owe me.”

She smiled coyly and nodded. She recognized his type when he was in her office earlier. Flirty, yet dangerous. Blunt, yet cryptic. Yes, she knew the type well. She secretly enjoyed teasing those types of men. Give them a taste and then let them lap at the empty bowl. It gave her a power that she discreetly craved.

“Miss Klewcon,” came that voice again gaining her attention. “May I have this dance?”

She smiled delightfully at Severus, turned to give a small pout to Lucius, and then proceeded to take Snape’s hand. Who knew he could dance so well? Emilia felt as if she was floating on air. She barely registered each step he took as he led across the dance floor. He was superb in his control and stance.

When the song was over, she gave a small curtsy and returned to Lucius’ side. She watched the man in black, now across the room, with curious eyes.

“He’s a bit of a recluse, that one,” Lucius commented noticing the object of her stare.

“And what if I like that quality, Lucius? Perhaps, some peace and quiet away from all this is exactly what I will need when I get control of the Ministry. Besides, his voice alone can make me…well…let’s just say it’s erotic.” She couldn’t believe she was being this open to Malfoy, but it seemed to be just the kind of satisfaction she needed seeing his eyes bulge from his head. “Oh yes, Lucius. Mr. Snape has fine voice, indeed. Oh, I wonder what wonders he can do with his tongue.”

She left Malfoy gawking. In all his years, he had never met someone so…abrupt. He found it arousing, actually. The only other person to be so lewd in conversation was Bellatrix Lestrange. Unfortunately, she met her untimely demise at the end of Neville Longbottom’s wand during the war. Sister of his dead wife or not; now there was a woman that could use her tongue.

Lucius swallowed quickly as he watched Emilia approach Severus once again. “Confident, too. How interesting,” he murmured to himself as he watched them shake hands once more from several meters away.

“Miss Klewcon,” Severus acknowledged.

“Mr. Snape, I was wanting your expert opinion on how I am doing this evening,” she asked.

He swirled his brandy in the sifter and emptied the contents in one gulp as soon as it touched his lips. He looked down at her intently and licked a drop of amber spirit from his bottom lip.

“Beautifully,” he answered with a voice so low she blushed.