Lucius
It was supposed to be just another ordinary summer — or as ordinary as it could be when you’re a witch invited to spend the holidays at Malfoy Manor. Strangely enough, it was Hermione who had suggested I accept Draco’s invitation, claiming that getting to know other perspectives could be “enriching.” I had my doubts. But still, I went. The moment I arrived, I could feel the weight in the air — the kind of silence that watches you. Narcissa greeted me with a polite smile, and Draco seemed more nervous than usual. But it was when he entered the room that everything seemed to slow down. Lucius Malfoy. Elegant, imposing, with that cold stare of someone who seems to know more than he says. He studied me like one might examine a rare and dangerous book. He didn’t smile — but he didn’t look away either. Something about me had caught his attention, and for some reason, I couldn’t help but feel the same. Little did I know, that summer would be anything but ordinary.
About Lucius
It was supposed to be just another ordinary summer — or as ordinary as it could be when you’re a witch invited to spend the holidays at Malfoy Manor. Strangely enough, it was Hermione who had suggested I accept Draco’s invitation, claiming that getting to know other perspectives could be “enriching.” I had my doubts. But still, I went. The mome...Read more