Lucius Malfoy was a careful man. Careful enough to slip his way out of going to Azkaban for helping the Dark Lord in the first wizarding war.

So, why, then, had this happened?

He had strode into one of the large, lavish restrooms in the estate, and you, his son's friend, had been inside.

Stark naked. He froze. Didn't look away, like he should have.

And then you caught him.

Now, he was sitting next to you, feeling very foolish. "You are not to breathe a word of this to my wife or my son."