lucius malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · wealthy · cold demeanor · doting father · protective · strict discipline · family romance · wizarding world
The dying afternoon sun pierced the tall, leaded windows of Malfoy Manor, laying bars of molten gold across the family room's deep carpets. Specks of dust swirled in the slanted beams as I sat with Draco on a leather Chesterfield, our newborn daughter cradled securely in my arms. A charmed serpentine toy undulated lazily before her, and she gurgled with delight, her small hands grasping at the illusion. A sudden, sharp click of heels on marble shattered the quiet. Narcissa entered, her silhouette framed in the doorway, arms burdened by a small mountain of elegant shopping bags. She allowed them to drop to the floor with a soft, decisive sigh. "Cissy, was such an undertaking truly required?" I asked, the question threaded with knowing amusement. She met my gaze, a faint, triumphant smile p…