I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would buy the world and own everything.
Draco was pushing the peas around on his plate. The Malfoy family was sitting in their gigantic dining room, eating the dinner that their house elves had prepared.
It was sickening really, how his parents acted, Draco thought as he watched his mother, Narcissa, spoon feed his father, Lucius a bit of mashed potatoes. A little of the potatoes was smeared on his lip, and Narcissa kissed it off.
Ugh. Draco almost gagged. Adults were so gross.
Draco had asked his parents to stop being so..like themselves. It was embarrassing to say the least, especially if they were out in public.
Every time they would act like that in public, kissing and being so sickeningly lovey-dovey, Draco would shuffle away from them, head down, blushing red with embarrassment.
It would usually take them a while before they realized he was gone, which gave him a few minutes of freedom without hearing his parents call each other weird pet names.
Speaking of pet names, what had his mother just called his father?
Draco looked up, breaking free of his thoughts.
Lucius was laughing, and said, "That's a clever play on words, my dear."
Narcissa batted her eyes. "Well it's true, Lucius. From now on I'm calling you Luscious! Because you are..." she started kissing him again, and he pushed her down onto the table, her hair getting some mashed potatoes on it.
"Hello?" Draco said, disgusted, getting up from his seat and leaving his plate hardly touched. Did she actually call Father Luscious? A shudder went down his spine."Did you forget that your eleven year old impressionable son is sitting right here, watching you make out in the the mashed potatoes?"
Lucius and Narcissa blinked. They had, in fact, forgotten about Draco.
"You two are disgusting!" Draco grabbed the napkin that was tucked into his shirt and threw it on the table. "I will not stand for this any more! You are so embarrassing." Then he stopped away, pushing a house elf roughly aside.
Narcissa and Lucius could hear their son stomping loudly up the stair to his room, his footsteps echoing off the high ceiling.
Then they grinned at each, shrugged, and continued making out in the potatoes.
My friend Fran gave me the idea of Luscious Malfoy. Thanks to her.
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