Lucius And The Newcomer
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Fascination
LUCIUS AND THE NEWCOMER
One: Fascination
1- Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to JK Rowling. The characters you do not recognize (usually an adult female) belong to me and are fictional.
2- This story is a parody, using existing fictional characters from the Harry Potter series of books. No money is being made from this story.
3- Slightly A/U, usually I give no specific year of occurrence, except in my long series (Lost For Years)
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The woman caught his eye immediately. A few years younger than himself -early thirties maybe, but she did not look familiar. This meant she had not attended Hogwarts or Beauxbatons. That one fact alone was enough to be intriguing to Lucius. Finding any woman working at an establishment in the magical world whom he did not know, at least in passing, was a novelty.
He sat at the corner booth and observed her. Although she did everything manually, this was not a squib or a muggle. At least he did not think she was a squib. Something in her manner radiated confidence - something most squibs did not have in general, or at the Three Broomsticks specifically.
Rosemerta tried to keep a decent clientele, but things got a bit dodgy from time to time and hexes flew more often than not in the late evening as wizards argued over the few remaining witches as the pub closed. Little did he know it was the same in the muggle world and any woman who had ever worked serving alcohol could see the warning signs of a fight brewing. Magical or not, it was a matter of observation and stepping in to quickly change their focus.
Normally Lucius would never be found here in the late evening, but it had been a long day of making contacts at the Ministry and then the errands Narcissa insisted he do himself today. She wanted to make sure their son had enough credit at all the shops in Hogsmeade for the upcoming school year. Merlin - had it been eleven years already? In a rare bout of sentimentality, it seemed to him only a short time since his heir had been born. He stopped the mental ramblings before he started to feel old. Not even finished with a fourth of his life at 36, Lucius refused to even think of the quick passage of time and give in to any maudlin thoughts.
Now she was talking to the men at the next table. Ah, that explained why he did not recognize her - distinctly American accent. Of course this begged the question: what was a woman - witch, squib or muggle - from The Colonies doing serving drinks at the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night? Granted the crowd was light this evening and it seemed most of the regular servers were absent - probably home preparing their own children for the start of the school year - but Rosemerta was very particular about who worked in her pub.
“Last call - would you like another, sir?” The voice was soft, as she leaned over the table towards him. Soft and sultry. That was the word he wanted - sultry. It brought to mind wild nights of abandon and debauchery. She stood watching him, waiting for an answer.
Pulling himself out of the uncharacteristic reverie, he took the last swallow from his glass and placed it so that she would have to lean over to reach it. Giving no verbal response, Lucius just looked at her expectantly and sat back in his chair.
The look on her face was almost comical. Smiling at him as if being indulgent to a petulant child, she tilted her body to the side and grabbed the glass quickly. Before he could realize that she’d deprived him of a peek at her bosom, he was left with only her voice fading away. “I’ll take that as a yes, then. Be right back.”
Lucius remained silent as she returned with another drink, set it carefully in front of him and stood straight. Finally he deigned to look into her eyes. Apparently that is what she was waiting for.
“Let me know if you need another.” To his surprise, she then winked at him before going to another table.
Interesting. She was very succinct. Not ‘if you need anything’, but ‘if you need another’. Just a one word difference, but it showed that she was on guard and not one to leave herself open to comment that would stray to innuendo. Very interesting. He decided then to find out more about the woman.
“Are you sure he didn’t say anything to you? I told you I would take care of him.”
“Rose. Honestly. I got his glass, took him a new drink and left. It is not a difficult thing to do. All I got was a stare, a raised eyebrow and a blink. Nary a word was uttered.” Catherine was tired of answering the same question over and over. “What did I do wrong?”
“Cathy, you must understand,” Rose started patiently. “There are some wizards it is best to keep you away from.”
“Because?”
“Because they are intolerant of non-magical people. Trust me, that is one wizard you do not want to be alone with. The less contact you have with him, the better.”
Catherine nodded and turned to go start washing glasses. She was not going to argue with her new friend or make things difficult between them. Rose did not need to know that even though she was not magical, she knew a thing or two about self-defense. Hell, she had even had a few tussles with wizards and come out of them relatively unscathed.
It was not worth the hassle to explain herself. This is was only for one night to help out her new friend. There was no need to tell her life story to someone she did not know well. Rose seemed to have good intentions and to be genuinely friendly, but it was not wise to trust anyone with all the facts of her life.
Too bad the wizard was bad news, because he was rather attractive. Near as she could tell he was close to her age. And that hair - straight, thick and blond. Such a contrast to her own wavy auburn mane. Might as well forget all that. It had just been so long since her last liaison - that must be the reason she was paying attention to the man. He was not her normal type.
Rosemerta cringed inwardly as Lucius waved her over to his table. It would not do for him to see any reaction on her part other than utter joy that he lowered himself to give patronage to her little pub.
“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. How nice to see you this evening,” she gushed.
“Madame.” He inclined his head slightly. “I trust business is not always this slow.”
“Most Saturday nights are more taxing that this one has been. Once everyone is back from holidays and children are in school, it will be back to normal. It is always slow this time of year.” She tried to keep her tone light and friendly.
“That reminds me of my reason for visiting you, Madame,” Lucius said smoothly. “As my son, Draco, will be starting at Hogwarts this year, he will need an account. I would like to sign the contract now, if you are not occupied with other business.” He tone suggested she best be available for him immediately.
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Let me get the papers from the office.” She all but danced to the back room. With any luck the young man would be trying to impress people and charge dozens of butter beers from the start.
Catherine had finished washing glasses and turned to wipe down the bar. To her surprise, the blond man was standing there with his own empty glass, smiling at her. “Thank you sir. Would you like another?”
“No. I believe enough alcohol has been imbibed this evening. There is something I require.” He stood silent, waiting for her to respond.
“Yes sir?”
“Your name,” he stated bluntly.
“Catherine.” She started wiping down the bar and decided that was enough said.
“That is not your full name.” Lucius moved to where she was cleaning and started to say something else, but thankfully Rose came back just then and saved her from any more interaction.
“Cathy, would you go check the upstairs halls for dishes while I finish up here?” Rosemerta saw that he had been talking to the woman and thought it best to get her out of the area.
She saw Lucius stare intently as Cathy walked to the stairs and then up them. This was not a good sign. Anytime this wizard paid attention to a woman it meant trouble.
Before she could start with the contract, he turned to her and inquired, “Who is the lovely young lady, Madame? She is new to the area, is she not?”
“Catherine is in the area visiting from America. She graciously offered to help me tonight as I was in need of a waitress. Now, about the contract for your account.” Rose turned the conversation around to business.
Fascination is defined as a feeling of great liking for something wonderful and unusual. It is what Lucius felt toward the unknown woman.
One: Fascination
1- Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to JK Rowling. The characters you do not recognize (usually an adult female) belong to me and are fictional.
2- This story is a parody, using existing fictional characters from the Harry Potter series of books. No money is being made from this story.
3- Slightly A/U, usually I give no specific year of occurrence, except in my long series (Lost For Years)
_____________________________________________________
The woman caught his eye immediately. A few years younger than himself -early thirties maybe, but she did not look familiar. This meant she had not attended Hogwarts or Beauxbatons. That one fact alone was enough to be intriguing to Lucius. Finding any woman working at an establishment in the magical world whom he did not know, at least in passing, was a novelty.
He sat at the corner booth and observed her. Although she did everything manually, this was not a squib or a muggle. At least he did not think she was a squib. Something in her manner radiated confidence - something most squibs did not have in general, or at the Three Broomsticks specifically.
Rosemerta tried to keep a decent clientele, but things got a bit dodgy from time to time and hexes flew more often than not in the late evening as wizards argued over the few remaining witches as the pub closed. Little did he know it was the same in the muggle world and any woman who had ever worked serving alcohol could see the warning signs of a fight brewing. Magical or not, it was a matter of observation and stepping in to quickly change their focus.
Normally Lucius would never be found here in the late evening, but it had been a long day of making contacts at the Ministry and then the errands Narcissa insisted he do himself today. She wanted to make sure their son had enough credit at all the shops in Hogsmeade for the upcoming school year. Merlin - had it been eleven years already? In a rare bout of sentimentality, it seemed to him only a short time since his heir had been born. He stopped the mental ramblings before he started to feel old. Not even finished with a fourth of his life at 36, Lucius refused to even think of the quick passage of time and give in to any maudlin thoughts.
Now she was talking to the men at the next table. Ah, that explained why he did not recognize her - distinctly American accent. Of course this begged the question: what was a woman - witch, squib or muggle - from The Colonies doing serving drinks at the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night? Granted the crowd was light this evening and it seemed most of the regular servers were absent - probably home preparing their own children for the start of the school year - but Rosemerta was very particular about who worked in her pub.
“Last call - would you like another, sir?” The voice was soft, as she leaned over the table towards him. Soft and sultry. That was the word he wanted - sultry. It brought to mind wild nights of abandon and debauchery. She stood watching him, waiting for an answer.
Pulling himself out of the uncharacteristic reverie, he took the last swallow from his glass and placed it so that she would have to lean over to reach it. Giving no verbal response, Lucius just looked at her expectantly and sat back in his chair.
The look on her face was almost comical. Smiling at him as if being indulgent to a petulant child, she tilted her body to the side and grabbed the glass quickly. Before he could realize that she’d deprived him of a peek at her bosom, he was left with only her voice fading away. “I’ll take that as a yes, then. Be right back.”
Lucius remained silent as she returned with another drink, set it carefully in front of him and stood straight. Finally he deigned to look into her eyes. Apparently that is what she was waiting for.
“Let me know if you need another.” To his surprise, she then winked at him before going to another table.
Interesting. She was very succinct. Not ‘if you need anything’, but ‘if you need another’. Just a one word difference, but it showed that she was on guard and not one to leave herself open to comment that would stray to innuendo. Very interesting. He decided then to find out more about the woman.
“Are you sure he didn’t say anything to you? I told you I would take care of him.”
“Rose. Honestly. I got his glass, took him a new drink and left. It is not a difficult thing to do. All I got was a stare, a raised eyebrow and a blink. Nary a word was uttered.” Catherine was tired of answering the same question over and over. “What did I do wrong?”
“Cathy, you must understand,” Rose started patiently. “There are some wizards it is best to keep you away from.”
“Because?”
“Because they are intolerant of non-magical people. Trust me, that is one wizard you do not want to be alone with. The less contact you have with him, the better.”
Catherine nodded and turned to go start washing glasses. She was not going to argue with her new friend or make things difficult between them. Rose did not need to know that even though she was not magical, she knew a thing or two about self-defense. Hell, she had even had a few tussles with wizards and come out of them relatively unscathed.
It was not worth the hassle to explain herself. This is was only for one night to help out her new friend. There was no need to tell her life story to someone she did not know well. Rose seemed to have good intentions and to be genuinely friendly, but it was not wise to trust anyone with all the facts of her life.
Too bad the wizard was bad news, because he was rather attractive. Near as she could tell he was close to her age. And that hair - straight, thick and blond. Such a contrast to her own wavy auburn mane. Might as well forget all that. It had just been so long since her last liaison - that must be the reason she was paying attention to the man. He was not her normal type.
Rosemerta cringed inwardly as Lucius waved her over to his table. It would not do for him to see any reaction on her part other than utter joy that he lowered himself to give patronage to her little pub.
“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. How nice to see you this evening,” she gushed.
“Madame.” He inclined his head slightly. “I trust business is not always this slow.”
“Most Saturday nights are more taxing that this one has been. Once everyone is back from holidays and children are in school, it will be back to normal. It is always slow this time of year.” She tried to keep her tone light and friendly.
“That reminds me of my reason for visiting you, Madame,” Lucius said smoothly. “As my son, Draco, will be starting at Hogwarts this year, he will need an account. I would like to sign the contract now, if you are not occupied with other business.” He tone suggested she best be available for him immediately.
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Let me get the papers from the office.” She all but danced to the back room. With any luck the young man would be trying to impress people and charge dozens of butter beers from the start.
Catherine had finished washing glasses and turned to wipe down the bar. To her surprise, the blond man was standing there with his own empty glass, smiling at her. “Thank you sir. Would you like another?”
“No. I believe enough alcohol has been imbibed this evening. There is something I require.” He stood silent, waiting for her to respond.
“Yes sir?”
“Your name,” he stated bluntly.
“Catherine.” She started wiping down the bar and decided that was enough said.
“That is not your full name.” Lucius moved to where she was cleaning and started to say something else, but thankfully Rose came back just then and saved her from any more interaction.
“Cathy, would you go check the upstairs halls for dishes while I finish up here?” Rosemerta saw that he had been talking to the woman and thought it best to get her out of the area.
She saw Lucius stare intently as Cathy walked to the stairs and then up them. This was not a good sign. Anytime this wizard paid attention to a woman it meant trouble.
Before she could start with the contract, he turned to her and inquired, “Who is the lovely young lady, Madame? She is new to the area, is she not?”
“Catherine is in the area visiting from America. She graciously offered to help me tonight as I was in need of a waitress. Now, about the contract for your account.” Rose turned the conversation around to business.
Fascination is defined as a feeling of great liking for something wonderful and unusual. It is what Lucius felt toward the unknown woman.