Written for Vicky199416 's Happiest Time In Their Life competition.
Flickering candle light cast Narcissa's shadow on the nursery wall as she bent down to pick her son up out of his cot. She knew that she shouldn't really - it had taken him hours to finally fall asleep but really she couldn't help it; he looked so peaceful lying there. Cradling him in her arms, she was struck again how tiny he was and gently touched the tiny fingers which curled around her own finger in sleepy response. Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Just perfect.
It was hard to believe that he was barely a day old. Her little Draco. And she already loved him so much at just a day old.
Many people accused Narcissa of being cold and uncaring and, in many ways, she was, with those she didn't care about. But for those she did care about she would do almost anything, and she knew, had known since she had first seen her little Draco, that here was one person that she would do anything for. Rare in a world where you looked after yourself first and others came second. Any little weakness shown now was a weapon that could be used against you in the future.
Her little Draco made small sleepy noises of content as Narcissa held him and his grip on her finger tightened for a moment.
"Cissy?" Her husband stood in the door, looking as handsome as ever in his black dress robes. Narcissa too was wearing dress robes, loose, but still elegant as befitted a Malfoy. He saw what she was doing and came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at their baby Draco together for one quiet moment.
Eventually, though, reality had to be faced and he pulled away slightly.
"Bellatrix is waiting downstairs with Rodolphus," he said regretfully and Narcissa understood what he meant. Their moment of peace was over and they had to face the real world, the pureblood world.
Lucius took Draco from her and held him for a moment before placing a light kiss on his sleeping son's forehead and putting him back in his cot.
Wrapping an arm around Narcissa's waist, they walked towards the door, pausing a moment to blow out one of the candles, leaving a lone light burning gently. Closing the door, he and Narcissa walked down the sweeping staircase to where Narcissa's sister and her husband waited for them to join them on their way to one of the many pureblood parties.
Just before they came in sight of the others Lucius stopped and placed a kiss in her hair and they looked at each other. Narcissa knew exactly what he was warning her against and that he himself would have as much trouble heeding that warning as her.
No weaknesses, remember?