We’re Already Married

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So, I am supposed to be working on a chapter of a story and an angsty oneshot. But this fluffy drabble had to be written. It just had to.
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               “Draco, we need to talk.” Lucius told his son firmly as he
and Narcissa walked into the room.

                “Mhm.
Go ahead.” Came the little three-year-old’s distracted voice.

                Lucius
rolled his eyes before stepping behind his son and peering down. “What in heaven’s
name is that?”

                That
had Narcissa circling the table and looking at her son’s face. His tongue was
peeking out of his lips, eyes were narrowed in concentration while brows
were furrowed and he seemed to be drawing something
on a spare piece of parchment. She blinked uncertainly at the pure disaster of
scribbles that were everywhere. If it
wasn’t supposed to be a ball of rubbish, she honestly had no idea what her son
was attempting to draw.

                “It’s
Dobby. Can’t you tell?” Draco looked up with a wobbly lip and sad eyes as he
pointed across the room to the house elf. As if the thought of it not looking
like Dobby was a disaster.

                Lucius looked
over for the first time and noted that the elf was in an odd pose with an apple
balancing on his forehead.

                At his
arched brows, Dobby hurried to explain. “Master Draco asked Dobby to be his
muse.”

                “Is
that so?” Lucius drawled with a heavy sigh. “Draco, you can’t order Dobby to
play with you.”

                “Why
not?”  

                Patience
was not Lucius’ strong suit. He looked to the ceiling briefly before shaking
his head. “We will have this conversation at a later date. There are more
important things to discuss.”

                Draco
hummed a little before looking up with wide eyes. “Am I in twouble? If so,
Dobby did it.”

                A soft
surprised noise emitted from the elf and Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh
lightly. “No, you aren’t in trouble and don’t blame Dobby for things he didn’t do.”

                “Sowwy.”
Draco apologized as he looked down at his hands.

                “Sorry.”
Lucius corrected. For some reason, pronouncing R’s were hard for his son.

                Draco’s
brows were pinched in confusion. “That’s what I said.”

                “No,
you said—” Lucius paused as he decided to let it go. “Nevermind. What I have
been trying to tell you is that we
have come to discuss a pureblood tradition with you.”

                That
had Draco’s expression souring. “No thanks.”

                Narcissa
covered her mouth as she tried muffling her laughter. Salazar, she loved her
son.

                “Draco.”
The hard tone of his voice had his son straightening up and giving him a
serious look. Finally.

                “When
you come of age, you will be drawn into a marriage contract. This is something
that most purebloods do and it is a standing tradition of the Malfoy family.”
Lucius shot is wife a look when she crossed her arms. He knew that she didn’t
agree and wanted Draco to find his own spouse but that wasn’t the plan.

                “I’m
alweady mawried.” Draco interrupted excitedly!

                Lucius
blinked rapidly. “You want to run that by me again?”

                “Hawwy
asked me to mawwy him today! I said I would if he let me have his pudding. He
did!”

                “And
who pray tell is Hawwy?” Lucius shuddered at the pronunciation.

                “Hawwy
is my best fwriend. He has pwetty eyes and he said I do too! We are mawried.”

                Narcissa
smirked at her husband. “You hear that? He’s already married. Looks like that
marriage contract is moot.”

                “Narcissa,
you can’t possibly—”

                She
stood up rapidly, holding out her hand for her son to take. “I can and I will. You
want to explain to your son why he can’t marry his best friend? Because if so,
you can deal with the aftermath.”

                Draco
looked between them rapidly. “But…” His eyes filled with tears. “We alweady
mawried.” The sniffle he released had Lucius closing his eyes. “Tomorrow’s the
anni- anniver-” He scrunched up his nose as he looked to Narcissa for help.

                “Anniversary?”
She offered picking him up and holding him close.

                Draco
nodded rapidly as he wiped his eyes. “Yes. I want to give him a gift.”

                Narcissa
smiled softly. “How about we go see if we can have one of the house elves cook
him something. What kind of desserts does he like?”

                “Tweacle
tawrt.”

                Lucius
watched his wife and son walk out of the room with a shake of his head. He
looked over and noticed that Dobby was still in the same awful pose. “Cease
that at once.”

                When
the elf let out a noise of relief, Lucius rolled his eyes. “What are the
chances that I’ll get my way in the end?”

                He knew
that Dobby couldn’t lie to him, so he was interested in hearing the response.

                The
*pop* of the elf’s departure was heard and it had Lucius putting his face in
his hands. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

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