A mansion of House of De Bombelle, Marseille, France, 

(Lucius Malfoy POV)

As he watched the people milling about and realized he wasn't the center of attention like he was in England, it left a bad taste in his mouth. However, being a Malfoy and knowing that his family had fled France during the French Revolution, he understood the animosity. He was determined to change their impressions and succeed where every Malfoy before him had failed - by regaining influence in France.

As he turned to his heir, his eyes shone with pride. "Draco, did you double-check the language translator rune inscribed on your dress?" he asked, his tone firm but encouraging. The young Malfoy scion responded confidently, but his eyes betrayed a hidden need for acknowledgment, a trait he intentionally fostered. Loyalty was paramount, and the success of the Malfoy legacy depended on it.

As his hand landed on Draco's shoulder, the young man visibly stiffened in momentary shock. Affection was not a common display in the Malfoy household, but exceptions could be made, especially on an important day like this.

Draco returned his father's gaze with determination before nodding and walking off to socialize with young French nobles. Meanwhile, Lucius readied himself for a talk with Éliott, observing the rotund man amiably chatting with the important nobles of France.

He briefly considered taking Narcissa's hand, but a person's face caught his attention, and he turned his gaze toward him instead.

His face seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Perhaps the man was a member of a French noble family, or a business associate he had met before. Regardless, he refocused his attention and walked with purpose towards Éliott.

(Pov End)

As Lucius walked off, his mind already preoccupied with the upcoming conversation with Éliott, he forgot about his wife standing beside him. She looked at his back with a mix of disappointment and resignation, then sighed and walked towards the table for refreshments.

(Sirius POV)

As I watched Narcissa gracefully leave, my mind couldn't help but drift off into a daze. She was truly out of this world. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing her perfectly aristocratic face. Her delicate features and piercing blue eyes were only accentuated by her impeccable sense of style. And that hourglass figure? It was enough to make any man weak at the knees.

As much as I would have loved to accompany my cousin, I knew that she wasn't quite ready for a family reunion just yet. But her son, my dear nephew Draco, may need assistance from his 'uncle.'

I drifted through the crowd and stood at a distance, observing Draco as he attempted to fit in with the French nobles. He seemed to be holding back his natural inclination to lash out at those he deemed beneath him. It must have been a challenging experience for him, transitioning from the world of pureblood supremacy to the more nuanced social landscape of France. Lucius may have trained him in many things, but self-restraint wasn't one of them. I wondered what Draco could possibly talk about with these nobles, given his predisposition to deride and demean those he deemed "mudbloods." The French had long moved past these archaic distinctions, so it must have been difficult for Draco to navigate this unfamiliar territory and accept a new way of thinking.

Time to help him out.

I turned to observe the waitresses distributing drinks and commanding the attention of the guests with their extraordinary presence. The Veela were an impressive sight, with their blonde-white hair and magical aura that could entrap even the most rational individuals. Despite the warning provided to all the lords and ladies about their presence, some had brought special rings and trinkets to fend off their magical allure. However, the Malfoys were not among the informed.

I recognized one of the waitresses, a young woman in her twenties whom I had met earlier with my accomplice, Elliot. She was in dire need of money, and we had struck a deal with her to slip a pill into one of the drinks meant for the Malfoy heir. I had procured a muggle drug(ruffie) that would not be detected by magical means, but I wasn't sure if it would work against the Malfoy's magical defenses. Therefore, I decided to cast a "Notice-me-not" charm to lower my presence and observe the situation closely.

As the maid approached the Malfoy group with the drinks, I observed the Malfoy heir momentarily succumb to the Veela's allure before quickly recovering with the help of his heir ring. However, as he drank the spiked drink, the drug began to take effect, causing him to feel drowsy and delirious.

I waited for the opportune moment and then used Legilimency to plant thoughts of lust and anger in his mind, amplifying their intensity. Despite his efforts to resist the effects of the drug and my manipulation, I could see the emotions taking hold of him, causing him to act in a way that he might not have otherwise.

As the maid moved away after serving the drinks, I watched as the Malfoy heir appeared to be in a daze, struggling to make a decision before finally snarling in anger. It was clear that my plan had worked, and I hoped that it would be enough to achieve my ultimate goal without causing any further harm.

As soon as the maid left, Draco appeared to be in a daze before snarling, indicating that my plan had worked. I made a hasty retreat and continued to observe the situation from a distance, ensuring that I was not caught in the act.

The Malfoy heir tried to maintain his composure, but the effects of the drug in his system had made him delirious. He lashed out at the maid, using derogatory language to assert his superiority. 

"Bitch come you forgot to service you betters" He said

"Salope viens tu as oublié de te servir mieux"

The maid said "excuse-moi" (excuse me)", pretending to be shocked, turned around to face him, but her disgust was evident on her face. The Malfoy heir continued to taunt her, demanding that she provide him with additional services.

"YOU whore forgot the other service"

"TU putain a oublié l'autre service""

 When he attempted to grab her hand, she responded with a furious slap across his face.

The Malfoy heir was momentarily shocked out of his state, but his anger quickly turned into rage. He reached for his wand, which was illegal for individuals under the age of 18 to carry outside of their homes. While some pureblood families might procure wands for their children to practice with, carrying them outside of the home was strictly prohibited.

Without hesitation, he pointed his wand at the maid and uttered the dreaded curse, "Crucio." The maid collapsed in agony as the curse took effect, writhing in pain on the ground. I watched in horror as the Malfoy heir relished in his cruelty, savoring the moment as he continued to subject the maid to the unforgivable curse.

This was totally not included in my plan.

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