Author: Madame Lazla
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: RonxDraco (main); HermionexBlaise, HarryxGinny, NevillexPansy
Rating: R/MA
Tags: post-war; Slash; nanny!Draco; slight OOC; nice!Lucius; non-canon, slow burn; fluff; smutty sex: pet death
Disclaimer: All these characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I only own the things I make them do.
Summary: Ron Weasley needs a nanny. Draco Malfoy needs to get back into society's good books. What happens next, is magic.
Prologue
A/N: I've hit a block with my "Dear Karma" gig. So, after bingeing on copious amounts of Dron slash, I got hit by this idea. Plus, I just really wanted to write the Malfoys as a reserved, loving family (kinda like the Addamses ^_^). Although I know the Harry Potter saga technically ends in the early 2000s (as per publishing date), please allow me to take liberties and place it in our current time 3. I hope you enjoy it!
A Malfoy is not without a plan
It is on rare occasion that a Malfoy places all his eggs in one basket. To do so is simply preposterous. The world has a funny way of turning, and Fate herself can be ever so fickle. The erratic tides of Luck first made their unstable nature known to one Lucius Malfoy just over 17 years ago. A bouncy baby brat by the name of Potter took down the most powerful, most charismatic leader in history. Back then, he thought it would all end – he had placed his name, his fledgling family and a sizeable amount of time and money on the wrong side. It was only a matter of time before witches and wizards suspected of being in league with the Dark Lord would face retribution and Lucius was not ready to go to Azkaban. Within days, he had an immaculate escape route: an anonymous account at Gringotts and a furnished cottage out in Cornwall, the very end of Wizarding England. Lord spare us all, he even stooped as low as creating false documentation for an account with a Muggle bank in case the Malfoys needed to drop off the magical radar for a while. Then, he sat with his ear to the ground.
He renounced Voldemort and pleaded innocence when his time came and, thank the stars, the Neanderthals believed him. It was times like this that he actually hated people a little less than usual. And so, his safety blanket lay unneeded for now. However, he continued to siphon and transfer funds into his accounts – he would not be foolish enough to repeat the same mistake twice.
The dust settled and life continued to be as charmed for the Malfoys as ever. His relationship with Narcissa, though severely cooled, was one of stoic dedication. Draco was growing into an obedient boy that Lucius adored silently. After all, fear and respect begot love. That was how Lucius grew up, how every single Malfoy grew up. Why, if he hadn't been scared to tears of his father, he wouldn't have been the man he was. Aside from the Scruffy-Little-Mudblood-Who-Lived causing his son no end of grief and disappointment, he could not have changed anything. Over time, he became cocky. Arrogant. He needn't place so much money on some boorish little shack in the middle of bloody nowhere, surely? Not with Narcissa eyeing a new necklace every fortnight. Perhaps he'd keep it to give Draco as a wedding present.
That was, until the Quidditch World Cup. When his arm flared with a pain nauseatingly familiar, he both cursed his hubris and praised his luck. For three years he prostrated himself at the Dark Lord's feet, secretly pumping as much money as he could without raising suspicions.
So, when Potter put an end to the decades-long battle that defined most of his adult life, it was not into destitution that the head of the Malfoy clan ushered his family away amidst the commotion.
A/N: It's a slow start, but hella necessary. The next chapter or two will be setting the scene. I do hope everyone's found it promising! ^_^