"You asked to see me, Mr Malfoy?" (Hermione, maybe pre-relationship?)
[[Yee ok]]
There she was.
A subject of hate, yet a hidden respect for all these years so far. A comparsion towards the failures of his son.
A Mudblood. A stain on society itself.
It could be useful to have one of Potter's friends around, considering the Dark Lord is back and all, Insider Information... no doubt the three are connected to the Order, the platinum blonde had reasoned with himself, as he sat there in the Cafe as he had waited for her.
Coldness easily enough slid onto his face as he heard the Mudblood's voice-- Lucius's grey eyes flickered over her form. A sneer easily formed, as he motioned to the chair across from him.
''Miss Granger. Just on time,'' he quipped, satisfied at least she had been. ''I have an offer to make.''















