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Isobel knocked on the door of Lucius' office, and heard some shuffling and footsteps before the brooding man came to the door.

"Isobel." He greeted, already able to see that she'd been drinking. "Please, come in." He stepped aside and she tentatively walked in, taking a seat by the desk.

For a house so big, this room was rather small; only about 5 metres all around. It had a curved wall with a window on the side, and all other walls were lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling, with an expensive looking liquor cabinet that was the same height as Izzy, on the wall next to the window.

She sat comfortably, one leg crossed over the other, and leaning slightly to the side as she rested one arm on the arm rest, the other playing with the pendant of her necklace.

"I've got a collection of fine whiskeys here, any preferences?"

"The blue bottle looks nice, could I try that?" Izzy asked, couldn't help but stare at Lucius' hands as he opened the bottle and poured her a glass.

"It's a sipping whiskey, but a bigger serving saves the time of having to refill it." He said, leaning back confidently in his chair.

Izzy took quite a large gulp of it, and felt a wave of confidence and relaxation wash over her, her panic and nerves now gone. She'd had just the right amount of alcohol to keep up a conversation with this almost foreboding man.

"So tell me, why is it that you're dating my son?" He grinned. To Izzy, she assumed the expression was to make her feel more comfortable, but to Lucius, it was just an outward expression of pride towards his boarder-line evil plan.

"Well, he's.. he's sweet, but not too overly kind, that's quite sickening to me."

"You don't like the nice boys?" Lucius' brow raised with the question, his grin becoming a smug look as he looked into her mind, seeing thought of how attractive she found Malfoy for many reasons.

Little did he know, the 'Malfoy' she was thinking of, wasn't his son.

"Not really, nice boys get boring after a while." Izzy shrugged, taking another sip. "This is a lovely drink, only thing it's missing is a cigarette." She chuckled.

"Those horrible little muggle things? No, dear, you must try one of these cigars." He insisted, and an idea popped into his head as he took the box out of his drawer.

Lucius picked one out of the fancy little box, silently spelling it to ensure that no matter what she tried, she would end up coughing.

And when the spell worked, he had to force himself to hide his smirk.

"Come here, I'll teach you how to do it." He chuckled, and watched amused, as she made her way around the desk, leaning on the side of it as she handed Lucius the cigar. "Closer."

She took a step forward, and was now stood so close, their legs brushed. The platinum haired man patted his lap, and Izzy raised an eyebrow, but followed his silent instructions, the alcohol taking over the rational part of her brain.

Isobel was now sat in Lucius' lap, sideways, so she could watch as he effortlessly inhaled from the cigar, exhaling just as easily.

Somehow, she was still looking up at him, despite being sat on top of him.

"Here," he mumbled, one hand on her waist, as the other held the cigar to her lips. He had taken the spell off it now, but Izzy still struggled slightly.

Unlike the vogue slims she usually smoked, this was quite a large thing to be putting in her mouth, and held back a laugh as that thought crossed her mind.

Unknown to Isobel, Lucius had heard that thought, and then another about something she'd rather have in her mouth at this very moment. His usual stoic expression turned into a look of surprise, both eyebrows raised.

Izzy didn't notice, she was too busy puffing on the lovely cigar, and watching as the smoke floated up before separating in the air.

"Yo, watch this." She chuckled, all formalities now gone - though really, they'd been gone since she took a seat on her boyfriends fathers lap - and blew smoke rings into the air, smiling proudly at the older man.

"Clever girl." He said, a mocking tone present in his forever condescending voice.

Izzy handed the cigar to him and shuffled off his lap to grab her drink, incidentally grinding against his crotch for a moment.

Lucius couldn't help but groan at the feeling, covering it with a cough and closing his eyes for a second.

To his surprise, when he opened them, he could almost see up Izzy's skirt, what with her leaning over his desk to get her glass.

The man almost couldn't stop himself from leaning back to get a better look, but knew that it was too far, and looked out of the window until she was stood back up.

When Izzy turned around to face him, she was still only about a head taller than him, which, admittedly, Lucius found quite attractive.

She had the build of a ballerina, the doe eyes of a fawn, and honey blonde hair that fell in loose curls all the way down to her elbows, and pouty lips that were just begging to be kissed.

Lucius had never seen anyone like her.

He was used to women with dark hair and sharp features. Nothing he'd ever seen had such a soft look before.

To him, she seemed fragile, dainty, - innocent, even.

And immensely corruptible.