Title: The Act of Fervent Wishing
Beta: CleopatraIsMyName
Rating: K/G
Challenge/Prompt: The Favorite Character Boot Camp/prompt #22, Life.
Warning(s): Crack, humor, etc., up until the second part. Second part has its own warnings.
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is in no way connected to the author of Harry Potter, JK Rowling. Harry Potter is owned by her, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: It was just another day in the lives of the Malfoys.
Part Ⅰ
the fantasy
"Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them." - Noel Fielding
It was just another busy day at Malfoy Manor. The house elves were doing what ever house elves did during their free time, the peacocks were fanning out their feathers, and Lucius was bouncing about the manor.
Narcissa came into the kitchen, where her strange husband was, currently, decorating various types of cupcakes. Raising an eyebrow, she pinched her nose and asked, "Dear, what is it that you're doing?"
Lucius looked up from his activities, some icing on the tip of his pale and pointy nose. "Finishing up the cupcakes. I don't like it when the house elves do anything with them."
She shook her head and walked out, not even wanting to know where he had gotten the idea from.
When Lucius deemed his cupcakes done, he took up his wand and waved it about, casting some non-verbal Charms to clean up the mess he had made of himself. Looking in the nearest mirror, he smiled at himself, posing a few times, before floating the cupcakes out in front of him. He wanted to go and find his son, Draco.
When he rounded a corner near the house elves' quarters, he found Draco on his knees, trying to convince Dobby to wear a pair of trousers and matching shirt. The house elf had his hands out, shaking his head rapidly.
"Master Draco, Dobby can not wear clothes."
Draco whinged, "Please, Dobby? I won't tell anyone!"
Dobby stomped his foot, "Dobby no wear clothes. He be freed!"
Lucius cleared his throat, chuckling. "Draco, Dobby is right."
Draco turned around, and nearly squealed at the sight of his father. "Daddy!" he called out, running towards the older man, and wrapped his arms around his legs.
Lucius pat his son's head, and then said, "Draco, Malfoys shouldn't run. That is undignified."
The boy looked up from where his face was buried in his father's robes, "Okay, Daddy, I understand."
Lucius tapped his foot several times, before the seven-year old got the clue. Smiling sheepishly, he stepped away from his father's person and clasped his hands behind his back, eyes bright with cheer. That's when he finally took notice of the desserts that were floating in the air.
"Cupcakes!" he blurted out, before calming his expression and tone. "Is one of them for me, if I may ask, Daddy?"
Lucius smirked and nodded his head, reaching out a hand to snatch one from the air. When the young blond child was given the dessert, he sighed at the taste, making the most adorable noises as he devoured the treat.
Lucius looked at his son fondly, remembering when he had been at such an innocent age. Draco would no doubt make him a proud father.
Several hours later found the both of them playing in Draco's room, the toy Quidditch players out and flying about. One made a score and Lucius hackled the opposing team – Draco's Ballycastle Bats – with several swear words littering the smug tone.
Draco was growling in frustration, yelling at the one he merely called "Uni", for a reason only known to him. "Direct your team, you're the captain!"
She sighed and gripped her broom, launching several orders at her Beaters and Chasers. The Seekers were still scouting for the Snitch. Several minutes into the match, Narcissa came in and announced it was time for her Little Dragon to have a rest.
Lucius pouted at his lovely wife, "We haven't even seen if the Bats will win against my team, yet!"
"There is always time for games tomorrow. Now, up, Draco."
Draco sighed at his misfortune, before calling the team back to him, giving them several encouraging words, and calling the game to an end.
He lay back in bed, snuggling beneath the covers, as his parents surrounded him on either side. "Can you read me a story?"
Narcissa beamed at her son, and flattened his hair back against his forehead. Summoning a random book from the vast collection of picture books and paperbacks, she looked over her selection.
It was a book on the Boy-Who-Lived, and the two parents traded a look of reluctance.
But then Draco wiggled underneath the covers, and flashed them a grin of expectance.
Settling down, both Lucius and Narcissa proceeded to take turns reading the book to their young child, until he, at last, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Lucius called for Draco to come to his study. The young seven-year old calmly strode in, as it was only for the serious lessons that his father told his son to come to his office.
Once there, Draco sat down and drank from the cup of tea that was In front of him, on the desk. He sighed and looked up at his father.
"Draco," the man started. Draco nodded his head, placing the cup back on the saucer. "How would you like to come to me to see one of the Hogwarts Quidditch games, held on grounds?"
Draco beamed widely, and nodded his head rapidly. "I would love to, Father!"
Lucius flashed a soft smile at his son, before clearing his throat and blanking his expression. "And about the Boy-Who-Lived…"
Draco straightened up, levelling a befuddled stare at the older man. "What about him?"
"You need to promise to me that you won't ask about him. Your mother and I will eventually tell you our side of the story, but not now."
"But…" the young blond started, the plead dying on his lips as his father pointedly arched an eyebrow at Draco. Nodding his head, the boy mournfully agreed to it.
That next day was spent with Lucius mixing a batch of brownies with Draco, before the entire dessert burned in the oven. The house elves were quite frantic, and felt the need to scold the parent and child for their foolish behaviour.
Eventually they conceded, and allowed the elves to prepare the brownies themselves, only stepping in to frost what they wanted on top of the unevenly cut bits.
When the Quidditch game was started up, again, Draco's team effectively slaughtered Lucius. Apparently, the strategies the players had come up with had helped them out.
Later on, when Narcissa had put Draco to bed, Lucius stepped in and read him a different tale, this time.
But then he woke up.
Author's Note:
Remember, second part is just... sad. D;