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Discipline (words in italicized are Harry speaking, normal font is Lucius)
“I thought you tried to avoid these things at all costs, Mr. Potter.”
“I do, but that’s the price I pay for winning the war, Malfoy.”
“Well I suppose I should congratulate you, loathe as I am to make your head swell anymore.”
“I suppose that could go both ways. After all, aren’t you to be congratulated on your victory as well. There aren’t many death eaters out of Azkaban at the moment...”
“Accused death eater, thank you. All charges were dropped, as you will recall.”
“Of course I remember, but it remains a mystery to me how. Though I suppose if your money greased the right palms during those trials...”
“How dare you insinuate that our fine Wizengamot is anything other than upstanding and that I would stoop so low as bribery. I think my son has the right of it, you could use a good spanking.”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to give it to me?”
“Don’t get cheeky with me, Mr. Potter, or else I might be forced to show you just what kind of discipline you deserve.”
“Oh really, and just what kind of discipline is that?”
“Would you really like to know? I’m sure something could be arranged.”
“I’m always glad to learn how the ‘better half’ lives, Malfoy. Perhaps you’re just the man to teach me.”
“Hmm, well let’s see just how serious you are. Come with me and I’ll teach you things you’ve never dreamed of. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.”
"Oh I’m sure I won’t be. Lead the way Malfoy, lead the way..."