A/N: I totally just had this idea when reading a fanfic about something similar to this, and i really just had to write it down!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"I'm back, Cissa!" Lucius shouted through the house, removing his cloak and charming it to hang up in the closet.
Narcissa walked through the parlor door, smiling charmingly as she hugged him and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek. For a moment, she played with his hair, twirling it around her fingers. "Lucius..." She lifted an eyebrow, looking at him warningly. "We aren't going to have to cut your hair, are we?" She cautioned.
His eyes widened, and he gulped. "No, love." He muttered, walking upstairs and closing the bathroom door. Fifteen minutes later, he came back downstairs, his hair washed and blow-dried. "Better?" He asked, putting her hand to his head.
She giggled, kissing him on the nose.
"Just reminding you to wash your hair, every now and then. It wouldn't do me any good to have to cut your hair for not taking care of it well enough." She smirked. "I mean really, your hair is one of your best...naughty, shall we put it, qualities."
Lucius stared at her. "I feel used." He moped.
"Through your hair, Lucius?" She smiled.
Silence.