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A collection of Drabbles...
Title:A Collection of Drabbles
Author/Artist:melfinatheblue
Characters:Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge, Scorpius Malfoy
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count:326
Compliant to: DH epilogue
Notes: This is a collection of 3 drabbles written for Slytherin100's glass prompt and the Monthly Aitch Pee Drabble Tree.
Summary: 1. The Slytherins respond to a speech about unity, 2. Fudge tries to get answers out of Lucius, and 3. Lucius and Scorpius have a chat.

...them."

"Is he done talking yet?"

"I think so. You know Pans, you think he would have figured out by now that school unity is just not going to happen. Like we're going to try to get along with the Gryffindorks."

"Hope springs eternal, I guess."

"I wish hope would stop springing and let me get dinner at some point.

"Malfoy, stop thinking with your stomach."

"Shut it, Nott."

"Try to make me. Your henchgoons are in the Infirmary, remember."

Dumbledore looked over. It appeared that Mr. Malfoy was trying to twist Mr. Nott's head off. He sighed. So much for unity.


"Answer, you want an answer? Why should I justify myself to you, Fudge? Your downfall is assured."

"Malfoy! Tell me what I need to know. I thought we were friends once."

"More fool you, then. I've been using you all along. And you weren't using me? I sincerely doubt it."

"You'll rot in here unless you help me."

"And I am a dead man if I do. Azkaban is a lesser evil, my good man."

"I can make your life in here very wretched indeed, if I want to."

Lucius smirked and Fudge punched him in the gut.




Lucius picked up the picture from the floor. The glass had shattered. In the picture, Draco scowled at him from the Gryffindor stands, clad completely in red.

"He broke it again?"

"Your father's not overly fond of this picture. Can't think why."

"Maybe because you smirk every time you look at it?"

"That might be it. You should put this someplace safe."

Lucius handed the picture to Scorpius with a smile.

"Grandfather, um, what did they call you when you were in school?"

"Malfoy or Lucius. Why?"

"Well, I can't get James to stop calling me Pee."

"As your professor, I can tell him to stop. As your grandfather, there are some lovely hexes..."

Lucius and Scorpius wandered off together, plotting the downfall of a Potter.