Author's Note: This is the first in a series of five Halloween one-shots that I am working with sleepygrimm to develop. She sends me an aesthetic she made, and I write a story to go along with it. As evidenced here, they are not all Dramione for the main pairing—something kinda new for me (and no, Hermione nor Draco will be paired with anyone else in any of these stories). This is a Lucius/Narcissa, first and foremost. Featuring Dramione's children and a tricky little treat for Lucius, as requested by Sleepygrimm. Also, I know Trick-or-Treating is either hit or miss, but it was the topic presented and it was too cute to pass up.

A Night of Frivolity

"Tell me again why we agreed to this, Cissy," Lucius Malfoy said through clenched teeth, shoving a hat down onto his wigged head, complete with a ridiculous plume of feathers.

"Because, Lucius, we are trying to be supportive of Draco and Hermione's decision to integrate the Muggle world into the children's lives," Narcissa told him, waving her wand toward the back of her dress to cinch the lacing tighter. "And quit your caterwauling. It's one night in a disguise and bringing joy to your grandchildren."

"It's completely ludicrous, Cissy. These Muggles have lost their minds, dressing up to go and beg for treats."

Narcissa turned around, clad in a Renaissance-era gown made of crushed emerald velvet and black lace with silver trim. Lucius huffed as he thrust a sword through his belt, completing his pirate ensemble and then his eyes raked over his wife. He stepped into her, quirking one pale eyebrow as he ran his fingertips over the soft swells of her breasts. "If I go along with this farce of a Samhain celebration, do I get a treat of my own?" he asked, his voice growing husky in a way that still made Narcissa shiver.

"If you behave. No tricking the Muggles," she warned, poking him in the center of his chest. "Come along, darling, it's nearly time."

The Malfoy parents went to the fireplace and Lucius leaned in to drag his lips along his wife's collarbone before she called out the address to where Draco's family dwelt. Narcissa swatted him away as she stepped out of the fireplace and into her son's home. Hermione was buckling a pair of patent leather shoes onto little Cassie's feet. The four-year-old was dressed as something Narcissa could only imagine was supposed to be a Muggle's version of a witch. "Gran!" the girl screeched, hurrying away from her mother.

Hermione huffed and sat back on her bottom, one shoe still in hand as Narcissa scooped Cassie into her arms. She walked to Hermione, holding her hand out for the other shoe as she chided her granddaughter for her behavior in a tone that was anything but reprimanding. "You shouldn't do that to your mummy, now should you?" Narcissa cooed as she sat on the edge of the loveseat and put Cassie on her knee to buckle her shoe.

"Are you supposed to be Captain Hook?" Hermione questioned Lucius, giggling lightly behind her hand.

"Who?" the wizard questioned, looking down at his stark red attire and smoothing a hand over his curly black wig. "This is the disguise Draco had delivered. I look ridiculous, don't I?"

Hermione shook her head as Draco walked down the stairs, dressed in dress robes, carrying two-year-old Scorpius. "No, actually, that costume is quite spectacular. Far more detailed than most Muggles will be."

Draco caught sight of his parents and let out a loud booming laugh, causing Scorpius to be startled at first. But eventually the little blond cherub began to laugh gleefully. "Gran and Papa look funny, don't they, little lion?"

Scorpius was wearing some kind of a woven head piece that looked handmade, long brown ropes of soft chenille creating a lion's mane and a pair of yellow overalls. He was laughing along with his father, who bent in to kiss him before handing him off to the fearsome pirate Lucius was trying to portray. Draco bent to kiss his mother's cheek in greeting and retrieved Cassie's pointed hat from Hermione to place on her head.

Hermione rose from where she sat, she herself clad in a gold ball gown. "We can't thank you enough for taking the children tonight. If you need anything, you know where to find us."

Narcissa waved her hand dismissively. "We will be absolutely fine with these little angels."

"You probably won't have to stop at too many houses—Cassie will tire easily, and Scorpius is too young to care, honestly," Hermione told them, pulling a small clutch purse over her shoulder as Draco ushered her toward the floo.

"They'll be fine, Hermione. Let's just get out of here," he told her, handing her the masquerade mask she was to wear for the evening.

Hermione looked down at her children, a look of longing on her face. Narcissa knew she had no desire to go to the Ministry's Halloween Ball, but as a high ranking official, she was expected to be there. No matter, Narcissa was determined to show the children a good time, even if she had no idea how to go about this trick-or-treating business. "Are you ready to go?" she asked Cassie, placing her on the floor once more and giving Scorpius' little hand a tug where he clung to Lucius.

"Not even in the slightest," Lucius mumbled under his breath, earning him a death glare from his wife.

Cassie let out a banshee's screech of excitement and ran into the kitchen, returning with a handled paper bag. "I've got my sack, let's go! Before all of the good treats are gone!"

With that, the vivacious little witch ran to the door and opened it, her grandparents following her closely. Children wearing disguises—ghosts, goblins, princesses and creatures of all kinds—ran and frolicked about. The accompanying adults were not really disguised beyond a hat here or a cloak there. A fact Lucius took note of immediately. "Narcissa. We look like fools."

"We look like two people out having a splendid time with our grandchildren. Hush," she told him, sending an elbow to his ribs.

She sounded a lot more confident than she felt, but she followed her granddaughter's lead and allowed herself to be pulled in the direction of a home decorated with carved vegetables—pumpkins and turnips adorned the spindles of the front porch. Other children were prancing away, celebrating their spoils and a kindly looking muggle woman of about sixty stood in the doorway of her home. "What a pretty little witch we have here. And a ferocious little lion, too!" she said upon seeing the babies.

She placed what looked to be a teacake inside of a small cellophane bag into the sack that Cassie proffered. "Thank you!" she sing-songed, already turning around to trot away.

Narcissa offered the woman a smile and a curt nod and followed her granddaughter once more. "Muggles find this sort of nonsense appealing?" Lucius drawled next to her as Scorpius curled around his neck, already tired of the strange atmosphere.

Cassie ran toward a house and one of the children coming from the door slammed directly into her. Both children fell, but the boy hopped up and took his treat bag, telling Cassie to watch where she was going. Lucius stiffened next to Narcissa and she wrapped a hand around his wrist tightly. "Not here, Lucius."

The wizard clenched his jaw tightly and his grey eyes stared at the child's back. "What a rude little hellion."

And with that, the seams on his sack ripped and his night's spoils were strewn about the pavement. Lucius gave Narcissa a self-satisfied smirk while she glared in direction. "Was that really necessary? He's a child."

"He's a cretin," Lucius told her with a shrug.

They visited nearly two dozen houses before Cassie stomped back to where Narcissa and Lucius waited on the pavement. "My feet hurt—I want to go home!"

"Are you sure? We've only been out here for half an hour!" Narcissa told her, secretly relieved.

She could place a simple cushioning charm on the girl's feet, but Narcissa agreed with her husband—the frivolity of the uncouth children around them was wearing her patience thin already, though she would never voice this aloud to Lucius. "Why don't we go back to the big house, and we can go visit Grandfather Abraxas? I'm sure he would appreciate it."

The elder witch yearned for the simplicity of their traditional Samhain celebrations and to get away from all of the little urchins running amok in the streets. Cassie nodded and held her hand as they walked back to the young Malfoys' home to floo to the Manor.

The children's overnight bags were packed and sitting next to the fireplace and Lucius shifted Scorpius. "Can you be a strong little lion and walk into the floo by yourself?" Lucius asked the small boy, retrieving the bags.

"I think the elves are making you both something special," Narcissa told them.

Narcissa and Cassie were already waiting in the fireplace and Scorpius trotted along, skipping merrily as though he wasn't the least bit tired after their excursion into the suburbs of muggle London. Narcissa exchanged a glance with her husband, her age catching up with her as she thought of how early it still was and how tired she had become. With a sigh, they floo'ed collectively to the Manor and Cassie and Scorpius went tearing through the foyer toward the back of the house. Cassie slipped out of her painful shoes to run more freely. "Walk please," Narcissa called valiantly, though neither child listened.

She retrieved the bough she had collected from a yew tree earlier in the day and had hand-painted an ethereal shade of silver. Lucius removed the ridiculous wig and the heavy red coat he had been wearing all night. "I think the bough needs some apple blossoms, what do the two of you think?" Narcissa asked the children, running a hand through Scorpius' mass of curls. "How about we pick a few sprigs on the way down to visit Grandfather Abraxas?"

"Can we pick apples, too, Gran?" Cassie questioned, pulling her hat from her head and tossing it aside.

Her curls blew in the wind the moment they stepped outside. The air had a chill and Narcissa cast warming charms on the two children. It warmed her heart to see the children skipping and playing on the land where her husband and her son had once played. She had indulged Draco and Hermione in the muggle frivolities, but Samhain and the celebration as ancient as the Malfoy land itself, held true meaning to her. And she was delighted to be able to share this with her grandchildren as she had with her son.

Draco had always loved apple picking from her trees, magically lush with both the blossoms and the fruit. Lucius threaded his fingers with hers as they ambled across the moor toward the Malfoy family burial site. The children were dancing, with Cassie pretending to howl at the moon and Scorpius trying to roar like the lion he was disguised as.

"I don't remember Draco being this vivacious," Lucius remarked and Narcissa felt a sharp stab as she thought about the fact that Lucius had worked more often than not and missed it.

"Hermione has loosened Draco up quite a bit, and it shows in their children. Look how full of life their little faces are, just from something as simple as running and frolicking," she replied instead.

"Do you want apples for hand pies or not?" Lucius called and the children both stopped and eyed him with wide, greedy stares.

"Can we?" Cassie asked, already licking her lips in anticipation.

He transfigured a nearby branch into a woven basket and handed it to her. "I want you to collect ten apples. And count them all."

"He'll be able to tell, you know. My father," Lucius mentioned casually, though he sounded more strained than he was letting on.

He was speaking of the children's mixed blood lineage and she could tell that, even in death, the elder Malfoy would certainly intimidate his son just as he had in life. "Then we shall banish him back to the grave until next year, when he can behave."

Lucius huffed and watched the babes as they collected ten apples from the ground. Scorpius was taking each apple out of the basket that Cassie put in. Narcissa watched the reverence on her husband's face and thoroughly enjoyed the way they had softened him in his old age. Though he would have once disowned his son for his dalliances with the Muggleborn, there was no denying the witch was perfect for their son, that she loved him fiercely, and that they had built the picturesque life together. He would stand up to Abraxas if it meant keeping his family together during their time on earth now.

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"We are getting way too old for this, Cissy," Lucius mentioned as Narcissa pulled the beaded snood from her hair.

She crossed the room to where her husband sat in his armchair, drinking a glass of firewhiskey as he watched her move. "You did well tonight. And you were on your best behavior," she murmured, turning her back toward where he sat. "Do you think you could get this?"

Lucius' grey eyes darkened as he looked up at his wife of thirty years, and he cast his glass aside to work at the lacing holding Narcissa's dress up. "How is it you look even lovelier now than the day I married you? And in a muggle disguise of all things," he whispered.

When the dress was loosened, Lucius grabbed her round the waist and pulled her into his lap. Gooseflesh rose over Narcissa's skin as he dragged his lips over the exposed plane of her back and his hand raked her gown back to disappear under the hem. Narcissa leaned back into his embrace and he began suckling at her bare shoulder, one of his hands toying with the top of her thigh high hose and the other palming her breast.

"I thought you were tired?" she teased him, her hand traveling the length of his thigh as she ground against his lap.

"I'm never too tired to ravish you," he growled in her ear, nipping at the lobe.

Narcissa pulled her arms free from the sleeves and Lucius ran both hands over the soft flesh now bared to him. She watched as he stared at her in the mirror before them, as he watched his hands drag over her, pulling her down harder against himself.

"Grrraaaaannnnnn!" came a high-pitched screech from down the corridor.

Lucius groaned and dropped his forehead against her shoulder blade. "Let the elves tend to him."

"He didn't call for Bobo. He called for me. It won't take but a moment and I'll be back to finish where we left off," Narcissa told him, standing and leaning on both arms of the chair to kiss him sweetly.

"Five minutes. Not a moment longer."

"Impatient as always," she tutted, pulling her dress up as Scorpius began to cry loudly, breaking the stillness of the massive Manor.

"Only when I see something I want," Lucius retorted, bringing his whiskey back to his lips as he watched the alluring sway in Narcissa's hips. "And I will get that treat."

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A/N: My first time venturing into the world of Lucissa. This is the older, tame version of them, I guess. Please review! And give these different pairings a chance—there will be some Dramione in here, too.