" Mr. Malfoy, I honestly don't see why you had to meet me. It's as if a letter wasn't good enough." I said, sitting down at my desk as he took the seat across from me.
He looked perfect today, I had to admit it. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a black ribbon keeping it tied. He was dressed in all black except for his robe that was a rich blue. He was like a statue in front of me. So fragile that if I touched it, it would be gone.
" Ms. Weasley, I am after all human. I think that I should be here to talk of my sons misbehavior? Do you?" He asked and I narrowed my eyes, watching as he watched me.
" No, I honestly don't see why you had to come. I should of gotten Narcissa to come, she would of been acceptable." I said and waved my wand over the desk, sorting the behavior records in order.
" Am I not.. Acceptable?" He asked and I glared at him, sliding the papers across the desk and watching as he picked the stack up, going through the bad things.
" I see nothing wrong! He has brought his beliefs into this school and they shall stay with him." He said and my mouth dropped. He was an ass.
" Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure you know the term mud blood, it's possibly your favorite word in your vocabulary." I snapped and he smirked.
" He has been caught a number of times an-"
" He calls it as he sees it."
He stood up and I did too, watching as he walked around the room examining the vials on my shelves.
He was an ass that's for sure. His own son could get away with it? I know he's one of them but I mean honestly, that's terrible. Draco is going to get expelled one of these days and it will be his own fault.
" Can you please get your ass over here and discuss this with me!" I yelled and he turned, walking over and standing infront of me.
" And what is it we have to discuss?" He asked and I crossed my arms.
" For one, you treating me like I'm a piece of gum on the bottom of your foot. Second your son insulting me and not doing his work." I said and he just looked at me, making anger build up inside me.
I walked over and leaned on my desk, my face red from anger. How could he be so calm?
He was now standing infront of me, just watching as I glared at him. It made me sick.
" Everything ok, Ms. Weasley? Are you angry?" He teased and I rolled my eyes.
" So first year, Malfoy." I said and he laughed, stepping closer to me.
" No, because you wanna know why that wasn't first year, Professor?" He asked and I leaned back more.
He put his hands on both sides of me, keeping me trapped between him and the desk. My wand was sitting behind me, to far to reach, and his was probably inside his robes..
" Because if I was in first year I wouldn't be man enough to kiss you again."
I opened my mouth to protest but he grabbed my face, crushing his lips to mine.
Again. Another kiss. Lucius Malfoy kissing me. And.. I was kissing back.
My hands wound into his long hair as I kissed back with as much force as him.
When breathing got hard we pulled away and he rested his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes.
My hands fell to rest on his chest, his heart fluttering underneath my fingertips.
I closed my eyes and felt his chest leave my hands. I re-opened them and he was gone, a black ribbon on the ground by my feet.