Over and Over

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I wish I owned Lucius. I would keep him chained up in the basement.

Summary: Completed Hermione discovers a new side of Lucius Malfoy, but can he find that side of himself before it's too late?

A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic, and I found it hard to write because the world of Harry Potter is so wide spread and creative, so I hope I did okay. There is some adult content, so if you are turned off by that, I wouldn't recommend the story. It's all nice though :o) This is a sort of song fic. I got the plot bunny after listening to "Over and Over" by Nelly and Tim McGraw 100 times. And it grew as I began to write it. This story isn't very long, but it's not short either!

I did a 'clean-up' on Sept. 5, 2005, hopefully all errors were fixed!

Please review and go easy on me!


Lucius Malfoy slammed his hand down on the table in anger. How did he get assigned this job? After spending most of his life being devoted to Voldemort, he gets stuck with this ridiculous assignment. After proving his loyalty over and over again, he gets told he has to baby-sit Harry Potter and all of his friends.

What made it worse, was in order to properly keep an eye on Potter, Lucius had to use his position with the Ministry of Magic to secure a job at Hogwarts. Lucius shivered in disgust at the thought. He hated Hogwarts with a passion, almost as much as he hated Harry Potter.

So, here he was, two weeks into his new 'job' reviewing Hogwarts for the Ministry of Magic, and keeping an eye on Potter. Lucius stood up and paced his office. Voldemort knows the impending war is almost upon them, and he needed Lucius to figure out was Potter is planning, but so far, it had been hard to do.

It was a waste of time anyways, Voldemort already knew how to take the little 'boy wonder' down, why waste time seeing what Harry's plans are?

Lucius grabbed his fire-whiskey and took another swig, enjoying the burning down his throat. It was times like this when his cold heart would almost miss Narcissa. He never loved her, and didn't bother to pretend he did, but she was smart, and cunning. When things were becoming jumbled, she was the one Lucius went to for assistance.

But she was gone now, she had left three months ago, not leaving a note or anything. She was tired of this life, tired of the threats, tired of the smell of death. Lucius knew she was planning on leaving, and he knew why. He didn't stop her. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when no one was around, Lucius envied her. She could leave, she could run, she could start over.

Lucius knew he couldn't afford to sit in his office and drink himself into a stupor, he couldn't afford to show emotion, even when no one was around. He wrapped his robes around himself, grabbed his snake cane, and stalked out in to the halls of Hogwarts, some poor kid was going to be miserable tonight.