Disclaimer: I don't own them.

A/N: yes, this is a Lucius/Draco fic. No, it is not incest (eww). Yes, it is a one shot, and this Lucius isn't a meanie headed jerk

Draco propped the fluffy teddy bear up on the pillow.

"What are you doing?" Lucius asked, as he watched his eight-year-old son through the mirror while tying his tie.

"Make sure that Squishy-" Draco began.

"Squishy?" Lucius questioned, eyebrow raised.

Draco nodded. "Yes. Because he squishes when you squeeze him. Thus, Squishy."

"Why not call him Squeezy?" Lucius inquired.

"Because!" Draco exclaimed in exasperation. "He squishes. He doesn't squeeze. If anything, I would be Squeezy, because I am the one doing the squeezing!"

"Uh huh. Now, what are you doing with Squishy?" Lucius asked.

"Making sure that he can see out the window." Draco matter-of-factly replied.

"Why not put him on the window seat?' Lucius questioned.

Draco grabbed Squishy as if he needed protection. "Because then he would fade!" He exclaimed.

"Oh. Right. So you're propping him up on the pillow… so that he can see out the window, and not fade. But why does he need to see out the window?" Lucius inquired.

"So that he can see when we get home." Draco answered, placing Squishy back on the pillow.

Lucius laughed. "Oh, okay."

Draco smiled, and then climbed off the bed. "All right, Squishy. We should be home in a couple of hours. Don't destroy the house!"

Lucius walked over and took Draco's hand. "I think the house will be safe in Squishy's hands." He said.

Draco glanced at him. "I dunno… he can get kind of rambunctious when he wants to."

Lucius hid a laugh behind his hand as he Apparated them to dinner.