The Boy Who Changed

Chapter 24- Lucius The Evil

Hermione's POV

I instantly recognized the place. It was the Three Broomsticks. Narcissus pointed to a table with four people. Lucius, a women, and two kids. One of them looked exactly like Draco, right to the core. He looked older than the young girl. The girl has brown hair and Draco's baby blues.

Lucius sits, looking rather uncomfortable, as he beckons us over. I cling to Draco's arm as he clenches his fists at his sides.

Narcissus has a beautiful sad stride as she walks over to the table, taking her seat across from Lucius. Draco and me sit to her right while a nervous looking woman sits to her left. "So Narcissus have you-"

"Always to the point. I can see you haven't changed. Here are the papers."

She flings a packet of papers across the table.

"Of course and Draco would you introduce me to your...fiancée?" Lucius says this and his jaw clenched.

Draco's fist clenches, "This is Hermione Malfoy, Lucius."

"Since when do you call your father by your first name?"

Draco bangs his fist on the table and points his finger at Lucius, "Do not call yourself my father!"

The little girl huddles herself at her mother's side. I rest my head against Draco's shoulder. I whisper, "Calm Draco. Don't scare the poor children. No vulgar language. No threatening moves towards them."

He nods and takes his hand off the table. "Mind introducing us?"

"This is my...wife Marion."

Marion nods her head, shaking. "I'm willing to bet she's pure blood?" Draco says.

Marion nods, "Um yes. Does that matter?"

Draco chuckles, "Pure bloods are the Malfoy name except that won't be true for long."

I watch Lucius' calm expression tighten, "Now I know who you are, Hermione Granger, the little Mudblood who beat Draco at everything."

Draco glares at his father, "I am the only one who calls her a Mudblood. She is my Mudblood and you have no right."

Lucius looks away in shock, "But-"

"But nothing Lucius. Now, hello Marion, was that your name?"

Marion nods at Draco. "Y-yes."

"Would you introduce me to my half brother and half sister?"

She nods, and whispers something to the little girl, "This is Flora. She's um, she's four."

"Nuh uh Mum! I'm four and three quarters!"

Draco laughs at how much she sounds like him, the same whiny voice when he's upset, "Okay she's four and three quarters. And over here-"

"My name is Trent. I'm ten almost eleven."

Trent looks too much like Draco. Almost like a mini Draco. Except his voice is still a teenage high pitch whiny voice. "Trent don't be rude!"

Draco waves it off, "I'm used to it. I'm from Slytherin."

Flora pipes up, "I want to be in Gryffindor! I'm gonna be the best person ever. Just like that one woman, Herminnie!"

"It's Hermione."

I feel a little bit bad to correct a little kid but I am so used to it that I can't catch it. "Wait a minute! Are you Her...Hermione?"

I nod and Draco puts an arm around my waist. The little girl smiles wide, "Your my hero! But not Ron. He's meanie jerk! But I like Harry. He seems nice and he defeated Voldemort."