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TITLE: For Now
BETA: lady of scarlet
FANDOM STATUS: Fanon
"Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
Arthur Weasley flushes a colour that would make his hair jealous and Lucius Malfoy smiles in honest delight. It's a beautiful sight to behold, really. This blush is not the colour of orange carrots like the man's sun burnt hair, but rather the crimson red of sunsets in the middle of summer. One cannot resist the temptation to stop in their tracks and watch its splendour blaze across the sky...or at least Lucius can't. After all, he knows art when he sees it.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy."
Lucius lets his twinkling grey eyes roll disdainfully over the Weasley's pathetic looking friends. They are very obviously Muggles, their blue jeans and jackets a dead giveaway on the first glance. His lips twitch in disgust and he casts his eyes back to the man in front of him with mocking hatred on his pale face.
"The company you keep, Weasley...and I thought your family could sink no lower--"
Lucius cannot help these petty insults and childish jabs. They are all he has left of the love he feels so intensely for this blood traitor. Stolen moments like these in public places and secret glances of desire as he watches him at the Ministry are all he is allotted and they will never be enough to sustain him. He craves Arthur Weasley's acknowledgement and if he cannot have this man's love he will at least invoke some type of reaction.
The girl's cauldron sails through the air as Arthur charges forward like a bull and slams into Lucius's body like a battering ram. Books fall down onto them like raindrops as they go flying backwards into bookshelves and stumbling people.
Then comes the rounded hand.
It connects with his cheekbone, creating a dull crack. Something, he knows, has been broken...but he doesn't care. He is touching Arthur and Arthur is touching him back in turn. It doesn't matter if it's not the reaction Lucius desires in his fantasies.
It is contact.
That's good enough for now.
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