A short drabble of Lucius coming back from a death eater raid. Enjoy.
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When Lucius returned from the raid, he expected Narcissa to be waiting for him in the drawing room. He found her sound asleep, curled up in his big armchair with their newborn son Draco. Wincing due to a curse that had it his back, he took a few steps closer to them and smiled at the sight.
Draco was laying on top his mother's stomach, and her arms were holding him gently as she slept. She looked relaxed, calm, something that had been rare during the past years of war, as Lucius knew well.
Letting the pain in his back rest for now, he positioned himself on the sofa facing the armchair, watching his son and wife with adoration. Even asleep she was to him the image of perfection, as he had told her so many times.
Narcissa opened her eyes after a while, and noticed him sitting on the sofa. She smiled softly at him and whispered "You're back.. Are you alright? Is Bella?" Lucius only nodded, but she sighed and sat up, careful not to wake Draco.
"Where does it hurt love?" She asked worriedly as she stood up, laying down Draco in the chair she had been sleeping in. "Show me." Narcissa demanded, taking her wand out of her robes as she kneeled down besides the sofa.
Lucius sighed and pulled off his shirt. "A curse at my back, nothing more Cissa. Don't worry about it, I'll be fine." He tried, but she had already started to whisper a complicated countercurse, her eyes fixated on the open wound.
Narcissa stood up again and stroked his hair gently. "Now lay down on your side or stomach for a while, and then you will be." She whispered it smiling softly and sat down next to him, taking his hands in her own and rubbing one of them with her thumb.
"I wouldn't know what to do without you love…" Lucius mumbled, looking down sheepishly. She chuckled and made him lay down, resting his head in her lap.
Narcissa looked down on him smiling and took a few bits of his hair between her fingers, curling it around them absentmindedly as she bent over to kiss his temple.
"A good thing then that neither would I."