Narcissa, Bellatrix and two year old Draco went to visit the shops in Diagon Alley. The three of them sat down inside a cozy little bakery to escape the snowy weather outside. Their table was right next to a big window by the fireplace. The scent of baking bread wafted through the air, filling their bodies with warmth.
Narcissa removed Draco's hat, gloves and coat for him and set them on the floor beside her. He was wearing his favorite cuddly green jumper.
"Aren't those a few of the Weasley kids?" Bellatrix asked, staring out of the window. "I think they're taking money from the fountain!" She started laughing.
"How pathetic!" Narcissa scoffed, then started to laugh at their feeble attempts to obtain more money. Although he hadn't a clue why, Draco joined in laughing.
"Excuse me," Bellatrix said to one of the bakery owners after she took their orders. "I think those children are taking from your fountain."
"Oh my." The old witch said, "I'll be back." She scuttled out to the front of the bakery, went to the fountain, then started to scream at them.
Bellatrix laughed as the Weasleys hurried away. "Cissy, can't Draco sit over here next to me?"
"I don't see why not," Narcissa lifted Draco out of his chair and had him walk over to Bellatrix.
"Hi Draco!" She said cheerfully, scooping him up and sitting him on her lap.
"Hi." He said as he opened and closed his hand to wave.
"Draco," Narcissa said, "Who's that?" She pointed to Bellatrix.
"An' Bella!" He clapped. Suddenly he became curious, "what that?" Draco tried to grab Bellatrix's left arm.
"Nothing Draco," Bellatrix pulled down her sleeve, covering her entire arm. She and Narcissa exchanged nervous looks. Luckily, Draco was distracted when the waiter arrived at their table. He was carrying a high chair along with their food. He placed two hot bowls of soup on the table before disappearing back to the kitchen. Draco reached for the steaming soup, but Bellatrix lifted him away and put him in the high chair where he couldn't reach it.
"Ahh," Draco said, opening his mouth waiting for someone to feed him.
"Hot," Narcissa told him.
"Hot," he repeated, nodding his head.
Narcissa got a spoonful of soup and blew on it. She put the spoon in Draco's open mouth. "Yuck," He shook his head. He made a face and spit the soup out.
"Malfoy." Arthur Weasley said to Narcissa. He looked over to Bellatrix, "Lestrange." He was still infuriated from when Lucius snitched to the ministry about him having a collection of muggle objects stashed away in a garage; resulting in them all being taken away.
"What is it Weasley?" Narcissa snarled. Draco leaned his head backwards and smiled at him.
"Oh my, is he yours?"
"Yes..." Narcissa replied.
"A child, born to Narcissa Malfoy, who is actually alive? this is a first." He scoffed.
"At least she doesn't breed with a fat ape." Bellatrix said taking a jab at Arthur's wife, Molly. One of the Weasley kids walked in. "Oh look, Draco." She pointed to the red-haired boy, "Can you say mon-key?"
Although Arthur could have made many, many more remarks, he decided to end it there. He was a civilized man, and did not want to make an impression that he was horrible in front his children. So he walked away.
"It's okay Cissy." Bellatrix said taking her sister's hand from across the table, "He's obviously just still mad about being caught hexing muggle objects."
Narcissa wiped her eyes and smiled. "And he's mad that he's got monkey children."