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Title: Malfoy family dinner
Author: Andrew:)
Prompt: Author's choice. This is before Lucius carries out his duties at the cemetary in HP IV.
Pairings, etc: The Malfoys.
Rating: G
Mini Summary: Bothered by what's about to happen with the Death Eaters, Lucius's nerves are shot and who knows how to set them off more than his wife and child?
The candlelight dancing around the room caught Draco’s attention and rather than eating his meal, he stared at the wall.
“Draco, darling, why are you not eating? Instead of staring around the room, start finishing your meal” Narcissa said with an uninterested demeanor that she thought would make her sound like something of a good mother. She sat with her evening gown that she wore only for dinner. Nothing else, only dinner. Draco, feeling rather annoyed, or as he would describe as pissed off, looked up to his mother.
“Mother, why not focus on your food that your worked so hard not preparing instead of reinforcing yourself with thoughts of trying to be a good mother?” With that he looked back down to his food and mumbled something inaudible to the others. Lucius let out a small cough. “Draco, you will not speak to your mother like that. She was merely asking you a question. She saw you acting like a palsied muggle child, so she questioned it.” He said with a very slight sneer. “Father” Draco interjected but was cut short when his father raised his hand in objection. Draco, once more, lowered his head and played with his food. The silence resumed between the long table. After a tedious span of silence, Narcissa looked up at Lucius. Lucius looked back and stared at her. “What?” He asked plainly. Narcissa, suppressed, returned to her food. “Nothing, Lucius” she said as took a bite. The silence resumed. Draco picked up his fork and held it up in the light. He twirled it in his fingers looking at the detailed impressions, and just as he was about to turn it over, it dropped, meeting with his plate. The loud clank filled the room. With a hard fist against the table, Lucius looked up abruptly, “Dammit Draco!” he said with disapproval. “I try and provide for you and be a father and what do you do?” He stared at his son. “Drop a fork?” Draco asked puzzled. Lucius got up from the table, slamming down his napkin. Inside somewhere, Lucius thought for a brief moment he was taking his anger out on Draco. He dismissed this thought right away. His son was being disobedient and he needed to be reprimanded.
“I am making a martini. If you need me, which I advise you not too, I’ll be downstairs.” Lucius looked to both Narcissa and Draco, then turned and went to his bar. Draco looked to his mother for some form of reassurance, but she just stared forward, never meeting eyes with her son.
Author: Andrew:)
Prompt: Author's choice. This is before Lucius carries out his duties at the cemetary in HP IV.
Pairings, etc: The Malfoys.
Rating: G
Mini Summary: Bothered by what's about to happen with the Death Eaters, Lucius's nerves are shot and who knows how to set them off more than his wife and child?
The candlelight dancing around the room caught Draco’s attention and rather than eating his meal, he stared at the wall.
“Draco, darling, why are you not eating? Instead of staring around the room, start finishing your meal” Narcissa said with an uninterested demeanor that she thought would make her sound like something of a good mother. She sat with her evening gown that she wore only for dinner. Nothing else, only dinner. Draco, feeling rather annoyed, or as he would describe as pissed off, looked up to his mother.
“Mother, why not focus on your food that your worked so hard not preparing instead of reinforcing yourself with thoughts of trying to be a good mother?” With that he looked back down to his food and mumbled something inaudible to the others. Lucius let out a small cough. “Draco, you will not speak to your mother like that. She was merely asking you a question. She saw you acting like a palsied muggle child, so she questioned it.” He said with a very slight sneer. “Father” Draco interjected but was cut short when his father raised his hand in objection. Draco, once more, lowered his head and played with his food. The silence resumed between the long table. After a tedious span of silence, Narcissa looked up at Lucius. Lucius looked back and stared at her. “What?” He asked plainly. Narcissa, suppressed, returned to her food. “Nothing, Lucius” she said as took a bite. The silence resumed. Draco picked up his fork and held it up in the light. He twirled it in his fingers looking at the detailed impressions, and just as he was about to turn it over, it dropped, meeting with his plate. The loud clank filled the room. With a hard fist against the table, Lucius looked up abruptly, “Dammit Draco!” he said with disapproval. “I try and provide for you and be a father and what do you do?” He stared at his son. “Drop a fork?” Draco asked puzzled. Lucius got up from the table, slamming down his napkin. Inside somewhere, Lucius thought for a brief moment he was taking his anger out on Draco. He dismissed this thought right away. His son was being disobedient and he needed to be reprimanded.
“I am making a martini. If you need me, which I advise you not too, I’ll be downstairs.” Lucius looked to both Narcissa and Draco, then turned and went to his bar. Draco looked to his mother for some form of reassurance, but she just stared forward, never meeting eyes with her son.