Cross posted to Malfoycest *squee*

The laughter rolled off the older man's tongue like honey, caressing the ears of his son.

Lucius held Draco in his lap - an action many would consider the boy too old for - and deliberately leaned forward to both pull Draco into his larger frame and to tickle him with his long, platinum hair. Lucius kissed the crown of his son's golden head tenderly and smiled softly at his son's sweet laughter,

Draco commanded his father's attention and affections and the older man would have it no other way. He read aloud, in a tone unheard by the outside world, from a book of Draco's favourite stories. He made clever voices for the characters and Draco chuckled softly, just content with being with the person he loved more than anything.

They laughed a lot together, those Malfoys, but revealed only smirks and snarls in public. This was because Draco was seen as an extension of his father by the public and indeed by Lucius himself. Draco ought to be all that his father was; Strong, controlled and foreboding.

Though, in private, away from the prying eyes of both Narcissa and the wizarding world, Draco was, as he always had been, Daddy's little boy.

Narcissa Malfoy cares not for the warmth a family can offer. She lives up to her name in every way; Family is meant for appearances, for a name, and with a name like "Malfoy", her goals are achieved.

Draco is gorgeous, with many admirers of different ages and genders, and he is intelligent. He's a very aware boy. Narcissa loves the gushing praise and compliments she recieves from the women she lunches with - Especially Mrs. Parkinson, who is forever trying to tie her own bratty daughter to Draco.

Lucius is a beautiful, strong and powerful man and Narcissa feels he compliments her perfectly. Theirs is a relatively loveless marriage, however that suits them both well enough. She married him for his name and his money. He married her to produce a Malfoy heir and, of course, to promote pure bloodedness.

So long as Narcissa's wealthy, blonde facade is undisturbed, she can deal with and turn a blind eye to anything.

She could ignore Lucius' wandering eye - even when it wandered to other men. She rolled her eyes everytime he went to pay a visit to Hogwarts to see Severus Snape; He wasn't fooling anybody.

But could she ignore that other thing? The secret that threatened the Malfoy family and the cushy life Narcissa had made for herself.

She saw it one night in Lucius' bedchambers. The door was slightly ajar and in the sliver of light the opening offered, she saw pale skin and broad hands. She saw platinum hair and pink, pouty lips.

It took her a while to comprehend exactly what she was seeing and it took her aback. This sight of her husband's broad but elegant hands roaming lazily over her reclining son's lithe, young body. Her heart - however cold it may be - leapt momentarily into her throat. It retreated quickly, though, when she saw a smile cross her son's mouth, shortly before Lucius dipped in to kiss him.

The little bastard was enjoying himself.

Narcissa turned and meandered her way to her own rooms, unperterbed. Yes, she could ignore this too.