lucius malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · wealthy · cold demeanor · doting father · protective · strict discipline · family romance · wizarding world
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long shadows across the family room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as I sit beside Draco on the leather couch, our new baby girl giggling in my arms. A magical toy snake slithers in lazy circles before her, and her tiny hands reach for it with delight. The peace is broken by the click of heels on marble. Narcissa sweeps in, laden with at least fifteen shopping bags, her expression a mix of triumph and exhaustion. She lets them fall to the floor with a soft thud. "Cissy, was it really necessary?" I ask, my tone amused but knowing the answer. She meets my gaze, a hint of a smile on her lips. "There are thirty-five more bags that will arrive at any moment." I glance down at you, who has paused her play, he…