"Hello Sir." Lauren says, sticking her hand out to shake his. He is hesitant, but takes your hand.
"It's Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy." the man says, quickly retracting his hand as if he had just touched something rotten.
"My name is Lauren Johnson." you say, flashing a smile that your parents would call "a smile worth a million bucks." However, you have a feeling that this man, Lucius, he called himself, would say that "a million bucks is only worth a million bucks, not a smile."
"Hmm." Mr Malfoy replied, squinting his eyes, hoping to see more than just the pitiful girl he saw before him. "Where are you from, Ms. Johnson."
"Ireland, sir." you quickly reply, hoping that by adding "sir" to your words, you would sound more important, and earn his respect.
Unfortunately, she does truly know Lucius Malfoy.
"What house do you believe you will be in this year." he says. You feel like you are starting to be interrogated, and you start to feel uncomfortable. You notice that Draco is trying to make a "S" with his hands, and you understand.
"Slytherin was always the goal. If I achieved anything less, my parents would most definitely send a howler. They are both Pure bloods, you see." you say, knowing that everything you had just said was a lie.
"Hmm." Mr Malfoy said again. He didn't entirely trust Lauren, but he shrugged it off. "Well, maybe I will see them. I have a Ministry meeting in Ireland in just a couple weeks. Do they work there?"
"Both Aurors." Lauren said, before quickly adding, "sir."
By some dumb luck, Lucius did actually remember a Mr Johnson in the Ministry, so he decided to dismiss the matter, and leave.
"So," Draco smirked, moving closer to you, "Where were we?" He leans in for a kiss and you...