A/N: more 100-word drabbles. They are another documentation of Draco's life, this one not-so-in-canon – more D/G, hurray! I hope you have a few laughs.
1. Spoon-Fed
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Early one morning a scream rang out in Malfoy Manor.
"Lucius!"
He dropped everything and rushed to Narcissa's side. She was hovering over their son's crib. "Calm down, my darling, everything's alright," he said in his most soothing voice. "What can I do?"
"Boil water!" she cried. Lucius would be damned if he knew why, but he summoned an elf to do it anyway.
"Lucius!" she screamed again. "He's turning magenta!"
"What the hell is magenta!"
Meanwhile, an elf handed Draco a bottle. Draco's shrieks stopped.
"Ah… perhaps he's hungry," Narcissa said.
Lucius decided he'd better stop working from home.
2. Parental Guidance
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"That marmalade looks delicious, darling," Lucius said to his wife one morning.
She flipped the page of her newspaper.
"Did you hear Theo took the Mark?"
Narcissa rustled the pages, and read on.
"Maybe Draco'll reconsider –"
Louder rustling. He stopped short. Trying a different tactic, he said, "Is that a new robe? We'll redo the décor in our room to match –"
"My room, Lucius," she said at last. He cheered mentally at getting her to speak; anything she could say was an improvement. "Lest you forget, you're on the couch until you let Draco make his own decisions."
3. Lovers' Spat
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Once upon a time, Narcissa had married the man of her dreams. He gave her a perfect baby, piles of Galleons, and Malfoy Manor; her beautiful mansion, her stone turrets and manicured lawns.
They were no longer.
"Cissy, please, let –"
"NO! Those elves are incompetent. Where is your son!?"
Lucius stopped trying to tug the lawn-mower from his hysterical wife. "Oh, so he's my son now. Well, he's off lounging about with that wench you approve of –"
"Ginny is a nice girl," Narcissa said grimly, revving up the motor. Seeing the look in her eye, Lucius backed away.
4. OCD
Ginny opened the door to Malfoy Manor and peeked inside. Empty. She didn't dare kick off her shoes; but, eyeing the immaculate floor, wiped them on a carpet.
Hmm. The carpet was immaculate, too. Someone had been busy. She went into the next room and looked around. It wasn't her imagination; everything was extra-sparkly today. And from the nearby scrubbing sounds, they were still at it.
"Why, Mrs Malfoy," Ginny said from the doorway, "you didn't have to clean up for me."
Draco flushed and tried to hide his apron, muttering, "Shouldn't have given those damn elves the day off…"