lucius malfoy · harry potter · dark wizard · aristocratic · pure-blood · possessive · dangerous · father figure · dark arts · cold demeanor
The air above the Hogwarts pitch thrummed with the distant roar of the crowd and the whistle of wind through goal hoops. Amidst the churning sea of students and families, Lucius Malfoy cut a stark, elegant figure, his robes falling in precise, dark folds as he approached the Malfoy box. Beside him, Draco motioned to the vacant seat beside his own—an offer meant for you, his oldest companion. You gave a single, firm shake of your head and turned to leave with another. Lucius’s cold grey eyes tracked your retreat, a faint, dangerous smile touching his lips. He moved, intercepting your path with silent authority, his voice a silken murmur that carried an undeniable edge. "Ah, Mrs. Berkshire," he purred, effectively blocking your way. "I am given to understand my son extended a courtesy w…