The Comfort of Family
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Rating: G
Word Count: 273
Summary: A peaceful night at the Malfoy Manor.
Notes: Don't know where Narcissa is—apologies. This does not imply incest.
Disclaimer: The Malfoys are property of Mrs. Rowling.
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A small snow-colored cat stretched its lithe body atop the grand fur comforter. A pink mouth smothered in breath as it yawned. Each paw flexed, their pruned claws grasping the miniscule hairs which scampered along the surface upon which it laid, tickling the gray pads useful for cushioned prances. Silver eyes never opening, it wondered absentmindedly where its master was. Perhaps, sleeping adjacent.
Curling into a ball, one orb flitted open to glisten in the approaching moonlight—the moon itself floated in shadows, whisking beneath and around blue-tinted clouds—and the diluted pupil came to rest on a protruding lump inches from its head. Lucius. If cats could smile, this one would have. Both flesh-lined gums curved just so and the white body slipped around to the man's stomach, rubbing silkily against his pale skin.
It mewled, then drew near to the sleepers cheek, eyes squinted in contentedness. The paws which carried it gracefully about the mansion kneaded the pillow beside his master's visage and both eyes grazed the drawn covers. It decided that there was something perfectly lovely about fur—and, as a slender hand came to his head in affection, something even lovelier about Malfoys. A purr trailed through its throat, then, in a soft meow, the lean, fur-covered body transformed into that of a young boy. The silver of his irises danced along his father's face and he smiled.
"Good night, father," he whispered, snuggling so close to his chest. A steady heartbeat thumped against his ear, and he succumbed to the awaiting slumber. Lucius' hand trailed down his son's body, tugging him into a paternal embrace. "Sleep well, child."
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