Something bad happened, you slept with Lucius Malfoy. A married pure-blood wizard. He had a wife! Or so you thought. Little did you know they actually divorced, but they stayed together for Draco, and for the public image.

Lucius was in his study, working for his Ministry job. It took most of his time up so the fact that you were even able to spend the night with him, was a wonder. You barged into his office. If you would've been someone else there's no doubt he would've hexed you.

He stopped writing as he put down his quil. He sighed with annoyance and looked up before turning to you. As he stood up and walked over you felt a chill go down your body.

"Honestly, woman. You have some nerve barging into my study like this when i'm working. If you were any other person you would've been killed on the spot. But don't think too much of it. You're not special." He grabbed your chin and waited for you to say what you wanted to say.