A/N: This is written for the Hogwarts Games, category Women's Archery (write a fic of 100-1000 words on rivals). I used the prompt "I'll be seeing you someday soon."


"Malfoy."

"Weasel."

Arthur eyed the blond wizard disparagingly. Lucius Malfoy was just a little too slick, just a little too conniving. Arthur was convinced the man had been a Death Eater and had only bribed his way out of Azkaban. He hated the man like the plague and the feeling was entirely mutual.

"What are we doing today, Weasel?" Lucius drooled.

"I don't know about you, but I have work to do. So I suggest you go on with whatever fishy business you're up to, Malfoy."

Lucius eyes narrowed. "I'd hold my tongue if I were you. I have contact with the Minister himself, whereas I doubt he'd even know you existed. And it's not like you are irreplacable, with the job you're doing. Though, I'm in doubt whether or not it counts as an official job or more of a hobby gone wrong. What is it they're paying you again, a Galleon a month?"

Arthur got red with anger. He gritted his teeth and could only just bit back a snide reply. He did after all not want to put his job (and with it his family) at stake. What did Molly say again? Count your breath, something like that?

"You're a disgrace to the name of wizard," Lucius went on. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a very important meeting with the Minister. Not that it's anything of your business, really."

Lucius walked out on him, arrogantly as always, leaving Arthur in the Atrium.

"We both have different opinions on what disgraces the name of wizard," Arthur muttered with thin lips when Lucius was well out of hearing distance. The man's attitude appalled him. He hated Lucius with every fiber of his being, yet he had to indulge his presence if he wanted to keep his job.

He got into the elevator, luckily, no one he knew was on it. He nodded courtly at his fellow Ministry employees, because that was considered good matters.

I'll be seeing you someday soon, Lucius Malfoy, he thought. Some day, your secret will come out.

He slammed the door of his office shut. He had been in such a good mood this morning when Bob had owled him that he found a particularly interesting toaster, but now his good mood was completely gone. He couldn't have had a worse start of his day at the Ministry than running into Malfoy this early.


I wrote this on my phone at 1am. I apologise in advance for any typos that I missed, they will be fixed tomorrow, once I'm back on my computer.