Author's Note: This will be a multi-chapter story.
Lucius and Narcissa were dressed, had already eaten breakfast, had everything packed, and were ready to go. They were just missing one thing, their son Draco, who was still sleeping even though his parents had told him many times that they would be leaving early.
"I'll go wake him," Lucius grumbled to his wife.
Narcissa just nodded her head as Lucius Disapparated from the drawing room where they were currently standing and Apparated outside their son's bedroom.
"Draco," Lucius called out as he opened his son's door. "Draco, it's time to wake up. We need to leave very soon."
"No," Draco mumbled in a sleepy voice. "Go away for at least a couple of hours, Father. I'm still tired."
"Fine," Lucius responded. "We'll do this the hard way then. Don't say I didn't give you the chance to get up on your own."
Lucius pulled out his wand and pointed it at his son.
Draco yelped when he felt his father's slight Pinching Jinx.
"All right, all right, I'm getting up," Draco grumbled, "But why do I have to get up so early? I thought I was going to Side-Along Apparate with you."
"We have already discussed this, Draco," Lucius sighed. "Fudge is going to be there early, and I would like to speak with him."
"But he's an idiot," Draco protested. "Why would you want to spend more time with him than is necessary?"
"We have discussed this before as well," Lucius replied sharply. "Don't just lie there. Get dressed."
Draco slid out of his bed and grabbed for his clothes, which Narcissa had left out for him the night before.
"Fudge is the Minister," Lucius explained as Draco was dressing, "which means he is in a position of power and authority. It is important to keep up appearances with such people, even if you don't really like them. What is with you this morning, Draco? If you keep on acting like this, I will leave you here at home and just take your mother with me."
"But then you would have an extra ticket," Draco returned, "and Mother doesn't even like Quidditch. She doesn't even like broomsticks."
It was no secret in the Malfoy family that Narcissa thought that broomsticks were "glorified deathtraps."
"I know that," Lucius responded, "but I don't think it would be fair to her if she had to stay here all by herself while we're off enjoying ourselves for who knows how many days. Besides, many of your mother's friends will be coming as well, and she would enjoy the chance to catch up with them."
"And you also can't wait to show her off to the Minister," Draco grinned as he pulled on his shoes. He was now fully dressed.
"That is a good point," Lucius grinned back. "Your mother is truly something special. Now, comb your hair, so that you can have a quick breakfast."
"I need to do more than just comb my hair," Draco grumbled.
"You could have spent more time on it if you had gotten up earlier, like your mother and I did," Lucius replied. "You can fix it up better once we get to our tent. Just make sure that it doesn't look like you've just gotten up."
Breakfast wasn't nearly as quick as Lucius would have liked, but Draco didn't eat completely slow either. In fact, the boy seemed to enjoy the fact that his parents weren't pushing him to "eat properly" like they usually did.
"All right, let's get going," Lucius said after Draco had finally finished. "We're already running late as it is."
"Don't fret, dear," Narcissa spoke. "From what you've told me about Fudge, he's probably running late as well. We're probably beat him there."
"I knew I could have slept in a little longer," Draco muttered under his breath.
Lucius glared at his son before turning to his wife. "You're right, Narcissa. Thank you for reminding me of that."
"No problem," Narcissa smiled. "Someone needs to keep you calm." There was a teasing tone to her voice.
"I can't tell you what someone needs to do to you in front of our present company," Lucius breathed into Narcissa's ear.
Narcissa laughed.
"Are you two talking about something gross?" Draco asked, a slight frown on his face.
Both Lucius and Narcissa laughed.
"You're understand soon enough," Narcissa told her son.
"I doubt that," Draco muttered under his breath. "I have no intention of ever being gross."
"All right, all right," Lucius spoke, "I know we really don't need to rush, but I'm ready to go. I would like to get settled before all the Blood-Traitors and other riffraff arrive."
Narcissa and Draco both made faces that reflected their disgust.
"I quite agree, Lucius," Narcissa said. "I have no desire to mingle with them."
Draco grabbed Lucius's arm. "Let's go already, Father," he pleaded. "It's enough I have to be with so many of them at Hogwarts. I don't want them ruining my summer as well."
"I should have just said that when I was waking him," Lucius grinned at Narcissa. "It would have gotten him up a lot quicker."
Narcissa grinned back at her husband.
Lucius then pulled out his wand. "If we are all ready to go, I'll summon our Portkey."
"I'm ready," Narcissa responded, grabbing her husband's arm. "I'm just glad it's not a filthy old boot."
"Never," Lucius replied. "Draco, are you ready to go?"
Draco nodded his head as he grabbed his father's other arm.
Lucius pointed his wand at a nearby golden goblet, which was sitting on their long dining table.
The goblet flew into Lucius's hand.
Draco was prepared for the hook that jerked just behind his navel and pulled him forward, as he had traveled by Portkey before. He did, however, hold onto his father for support so that he would have a smooth landing when they arrived at their destination. He didn't want to embarrass himself by falling onto the ground.
