A/N: I present to you the follow-up piece to Come Full Circle. This won't make sense unless you've read that first. For those of you continuing the journey - enjoy!

Draco placed his hand on the doorknob, ready to escort himself out of his mother's flat. He had no desire to spend any time with his newly reunited parents. He figured he'd leave them in peace to do whatever they pleased. Most likely more shagging, he thought, crinkling his face in disgust. He still couldn't believe what he heard. Granted, he was happy that they were back together. He just didn't need to hear evidence on their reunion. He twisted the knob, opening the door an inch.

"Draco!" Narcissa called. "Come eat!"

Draco froze. His stomach grumbled loudly, reminding him that it was already late in the morning, and he hadn't eaten a single thing. Then again, the thought of having to look at his parents after what he'd just heard didn't sound very appealing at the moment.

"It's ok, Mum! I'll just eat at home!" He opened the door some more and put a foot on the front doorstep.

"Son, come eat!" Lucius insisted, summoning him back into the flat and putting him in a place where he had no choice but to accept their request.

Draco sighed deeply, his shoulders sinking and his head falling forward in defeat. He stepped out of his shoes and set them by the front door. He crawled through the winding corridors to the kitchen, moving at a snail's pace with his feet dragging behind him. I'll eat quickly, and then I'll leave, he decided, thinking of ways to make breakfast less awkward. Perhaps they can Obliviate me! Yes! That'd be perfect! I'll suggest it! It would benefit all of us!

Several minutes later, Draco appeared in the entryway to the kitchen. An elegant spread, filled with every breakfast food imaginable, lay atop the kitchen table. His mother's team of house-elves had really overdone themselves. They'd made enough food to feed a small army.

His parents sat next to each other, consuming their food with a gusto he'd never seen before. In fact, his mother's actions bordered on unladylike. She shoved her food into her mouth at an alarmingly rapid rate. Her quick pace reminded him of a certain redheaded classmate.

"Sit down," Narcissa directed once she'd finally noticed him standing in the entryway. Draco obeyed and took a seat across from his parents. He reached for the teapot, ready to fill his cup with the warm liquid. On second thought, he drew his hand away, deciding it best not to awaken his senses further. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped slowly on it.

"Eat, Draco," Lucius urged, noticing that his son hadn't filled his plate. Once again, Draco obliged, unable to disobey his parents. He put a bit of everything on his plate. Unfortunately, his hunger had vanished the moment he stepped into the room. How can they just sit there pretending like nothing happened?

"Honey…" Narcissa began, clearing her throat to catch his attention. Draco looked up from his plate and locked eyes with her. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed. At least she has the decency to stay at least a bit ashamed! His father, however, showed no signs of shame, which Draco expected. After all, his father had gotten exactly what he wanted, like always.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that," Narcissa apologised again. Lucius reached over and placed a hand atop of hers, stroking it with his thumb, trying to calm his clearly embarrassed wife.

"Luv, it's all right," Lucius told her, not giving Draco a chance to respond. "We're all adults here. It's not like he hasn't heard it… or engaged in it before," Lucius reminded her. Draco's mouth dropped open in horror as his father revealed that tidbit of news to his mother. That's the last time I tell him anything private!

"What?" Narcissa exclaimed, her azure eyes widening at Lucius' comment. Her fork hit her plate, and a loud clang rang through the kitchen. "What about waiting until marriage?" She flashed Draco a look of severe disappointment, which made him feel incredibly guilty. Draco's brow furrowed. His cool grey eyes narrowed into slits, and he glared at his father.

"It's the noughties," Lucius replied with the shrug of his shoulders. "They handle that differently these days."

"With who?" Narcissa asked, unable to grasp that her baby boy was no longer pure. "Was it with Astoria, at least?" she added, as if knowing that Draco had slept with his betrothed would make matters any better.

"Yes," Draco answered truthfully. He quickly erected his mental shields, thankful to have had mastered the art of Occlumency from his late aunt. Granted, he knew he had no chance if his mother really wanted to penetrate his mind.

"Just with Astoria? No one else?"

Draco gulped and started to reply in the affirmative. He wasn't about to tell his mother all his dalliances. Simply put, he'd slept with a string of witches after the end of the war. He'd been in an extremely low place, and the sex numbed the pain and guilt he felt over his actions during the war. Thankfully, he met Astoria shortly after, and she helped pull him from his dark place.

"Luv!" Lucius jumped in, saving Draco from having to answer. "It isn't right to pry into our son's private life," Lucius chided. Narcissa huffed and turned her attention to her tea. Draco mouthed Lucius his thanks, and Lucius nodded in response.

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"So, how did you wind up back with him, Mother?" Draco asked, shifting the focus back on his parents. "You swore you were never getting back together with Father again."

"That's true," Narcissa replied, setting down her teacup. She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her white linen serviette. "Let's just say that I had a change of heart."

"And, I'm very thankful for that," Lucius added.

"That's good, but you're not telling me how," Draco pointed out, despite already knowing the why and the how. He wanted to hear it from her. He still couldn't believe that she hadn't suspected anything.

"Your father and I were both at Chez Pierre's in Paris last Friday evening. We were waiting for our dates. They never showed up," Narcissa began. "Your father was a table behind me, and he noticed me. We struck up a conversation, and he asked if he could sit with me," she continued.

"No one should dine alone," Lucius reminded her with a small smile.

"I didn't want him to at first, but it'd be rude to say no. So, I let him. The rest is history," she finished, not wanting to add any unnecessary details. "Though, I do wonder who wrote that note."

Lucius and Draco exchanged a glance, figuring that she'd pose that question at some point. They locked eyes, mentally asking each other whether they should let her in on their little plan. It'd be in their best interests to tell her now as opposed to later. They'd have hell to pay if she figured it out for herself.

"I wrote the note," Lucius confessed softly, hoping she wouldn't hex him.

"You did?" Narcissa's mouth dropped open, and she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Yes," admitted Lucius. "Would you have agreed if I knocked on your door and asked you?"

"You'd never step foot in Muggle London to come see me," Narcissa countered. Lucius nodded. "And, you're right. I would have said no and slammed the door in your face."

"Exactly – hence the note. And, I couldn't sign it either since my name would have been the last one you would have wanted to see."

"That is true," she agreed. "Draco, darling… did you have anything to do with this?"

Draco looked up and placed his silverware next to his empty plate. He cast a glance at Lucius, and Lucius gave him a small nod.

"Yes," Draco confessed. "I surely did."

"Did it have anything to do with those dates you set up for me?" Narcissa asked, remembering how adamant he'd been about her reentering the dating scene.

"Yes."

"What about them?"

"Well, I made sure that they were with the worst wizards possible – the ones that you'd get along with the least. This was in hopes that the dates would fail miserably."

"I see."

"They did, right?" asked Draco. "There's no way that dates with Ronald Weasley and Xenophilius Lovegood could have been enjoyable!"

Narcissa briefly recalled her passionate sessions with both men - pressed up against the kitchen table with Ron and following a walk in her garden with Xenophilius. A telltale blush almost formed on her face, but she managed to keep her face impassive.

"You went out with them?" Lucius exclaimed, slamming his palms on the table. Both Narcissa and Draco jumped in their seats. "Did you..." Lucius started to ask, recalling that she'd slept with two men during their separation. His mind filled with various hexes to cast at Mr Weasley and Mr Lovegood - definitely something that would make them permanently unable to use their family jewels. That's if he didn't kill them first.

Narcissa quickly turned to her jealous husband and placed her hands on the sides of his face. Her gentle touch pacified him, and he relaxed his tense shoulders.

"Lucius!" she exclaimed, shaking her head at him. "How could you possibly think that? What kind of woman do you think I am?" she questioned, letting her tone show her disappointment over his accusations. "You're right, Draco. The dates most certainly weren't enjoyable," she confirmed.

Lucius shook his head and stared deep into her eyes, trying to decipher any deception in her words. In that tense moment, Narcissa had never been more thankful for her uncanny ability to shield her mind. She hadn't regretted her actions with the two men - not even in the slightest. But, there were certain things her husband didn't need to see - these two dalliances topping the list of things to keep hidden.

"Good!" Lucius replied, exhaling deeply. "I really do not fancy another stint in Azkaban! Though, it'd be for cursing a Weasley, and that'd be more than worth it!" Lucius quipped, rubbing his palms together. Draco grinned and quickly hid it behind his hand.

Narcissa shot him Lucius a disapproving look, and he immediately quieted.

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The Malfoys ate in silence while Narcissa processed their confessions. She had suspected something suspicious with Draco's date choices.

"Did Miss Greengrass play a role in this?" Narcissa asked Lucius.

"Yes," Lucius confessed. "That was also done by design."

"You wanted to upset me and show me what I was missing, right?"

Lucius nodded.

"Then, you played on that assumption and asked me out, knowing that I'd probably accept."

"Correct."

"Well played," Narcissa acknowledged, nodding at her two favourite men. "Though, I cannot fathom how you both convinced them all to help."

"It wasn't that difficult," stated Draco. "Especially once they were fully motivated," he added with a small smirk.

"And, we all knew that you wanted me back anyway," drawled Lucius with a laugh. Narcissa swatted his arm, but didn't deny his statement.

"Tell me how you did it," Narcissa demanded, scowling at Lucius and Draco.

And with that, the Malfoy men started their story.