A short Draco-drabble. Not Draco/Luna this time, but I hope this is satisfying anyway (;

Thunder

A little bit of light appeared into the room, chasing away the shadows. The door opened, slowly, and two little bare feet walked over the stone floor.
Outside the thunder had been reigning the entire night, louder than the boy had ever heard before. And those bolts of lightning – they didn't help.
"Mummy," he whispered softly, and he pulled his mother's blankets. His mother, however, was sleeping through the violence of the storm, and didn't notice her son standing next to the bed.

With some effort, the boy climbed on the bed, and tried to step over his mum to reach her face, but fell over and toppled onto his father – he woke with a startle and could barely supress a swearword. He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his right hand and yawned.
"Scorpius? What time is it?" He glanced at the small clock beside his bed; it was barely two in the morning. "What in Salazar's name are you doing out of bed at this time?" When he saw his son's face, he immediately knew his reaction had been too harsh. "What is wrong?" he asked.
"I'm scared," the little boy said. His light hair was messy and his big, blue eyes were filled with tears.

Uncomprehendingly, Draco looked at this son. "What of?"

"It's going 'boom' outside," Scorpius said, his lip trembling while he spoke. Just at that moment another thunder roared through the night, and now the boy really began to cry. Draco took the boy into his arms and tried to calm him down. He didn't understand why Astoria wasn't waking – he didn't know what to do with this. Of course, he'd seen his son cry before, and he'd comforted him – but he'd never seen him this scared.
"It's just a thunderstorm," he said to Scorpius.
"It's scary," the boy said, and he started to cry louder. Scorpius pulled somewhat closer to his father, as if he wished to disappeared in his chest.

"Daddy, I'm scared," he said.
"There's nothing to be scared of," his father said, pulling the blankets over him and turning himself away from his son.
"But it makes so much noise. It'll kill someone!"
His father turned himself to face his son once again, and his angry face nearly scared him more than the thunder. "Go to bed, and leave your mother and me alone. Stop being such a coward."
"Lucius, it's just a child," said his mother, who had woken up as well. "Don't be so harsh."
"It won't hurt him; it'll make him hard, strong," Lucius said, and he looked at his wife, slightly angered.
Narcissa ignored him and embraced her son. "Don't be afraid. You can go back to bed; it's safe here." She wiped his tears away, and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "You'll always be safe with me."

Astoria yawned, and opened her eyes. "What is going on?" she asked, sleepy, and Draco awkwardly gestured to the window and the crying child in his arms.
"I'm scared, mummy," the little boy said, and Astoria moved closer to her husband. She caressed the blond hair of her son, and kissed him on his forehead.
"It's okay to be afraid, Scorpius. Everyone is afraid every now and then."
"Even daddy?" Scorpius asked, not believing his ears.
"Yes," his mother laughed. "Even daddy, just like me."

Scorpius frowned. "Even granddad?"
Both parents smiled. "Even granddad," Draco said.

"But however afraid you are," Astoria added, "you're safe here, love. You're always safe with us."
"Can I sleep here?" Scorpius said, his voice thin. Astoria looked at Draco, questioningly.
"Of course," Draco said, and the boy crawled to the middle of the bed, pulling the blankets up to his head. He'd be safe with them. Forever.