the_debt_of_time

"He wants an heir," Mia corrected her. "You'll give him one: a son. I promise. He'll
be spoilt rotten." She rolled her eyes as the image of a young Draco popped into her head.
"For the love of Merlin, Narcissa... do not let Lucius control your son the way he controls
you."
"And how exactly is that?" Lucius Malfoy asked, reappearing in the door and glaring
down at Mia.
She inhaled sharply, and her eyes widened as she recognised a scent: blood.
Sirius's blood.
White hot rage flooded her. Before she had a chance to think about what she was
doing, she reached out and swiped at Lucius's face as though she were in her Animagus
form, claws extended. She smacked him good and hard—so much harder than she had
ever hit Draco or Snape. One of her fingernails cut into his flesh and actually drew blood.
She grinned as she remembered an older Lucius Malfoy carrying around a small scar. It
thrilled her to know that she had done permanent—though very mild—damage.
Lucius growled, cupping his face. "You filthy little―"
"Careful there, Malfoy," Mia snarled. "I might be tempted to speak to some Aurors
downstairs. See, they're very interested in finding out what happened to Sirius tonight."
She shook with fury, and it only made it worse when he smirked at her.
"Oh? Something happen to the little blood-traitor? Maybe I should go downstairs
and speak with the Aurors myself, as I was just assaulted."
She feigned innocence, blinking wide eyes at him. "I doubt they'll arrest me. See, I
was under the Imperius Curse at the time. I have no memory of what happened."
"As though they would believe you?"
"You're right. Perhaps the Aurors should investigate. Are you familiar with the
Imperius Curse, Malfoy?" she asked knowingly, not blind to the way that Narcissa visibly
stiffened.