The next morning Narcissa woke with a small smile on her face as she found herself still wrapped in the arms of her husband. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up feeling this wonderful, turning in his arms and watching as Lucius still slept soundly. Last night they had made love for the first time since her husband was arrested and she hoped that it was a start for them trying to fix their problems that they had been having since his return a few weeks ago.

She had missed this, being able to trace her fingertips over his bared chest or run her fingers through his hair. Had missed watching him breathe in and out slowly, being in his arms and wrapped in warmth and love. Hopefully, it was the start of a new beginning for them now it was evident that Lucius didn't have to lead a double life any more.

Lucius stirred and opened his eyes, rubbing them before his gaze met hers. He smiled slightly, placing a light kiss to her forehead as she shuffled closer to him.

"Morning." she whispered.

"What time is it?" Lucius yawned.

"Nearly eight o'clock. I think Draco is still asleep, the party must have tired him out a lot." Narcissa replied.

"It's a shame that we cannot stay here like this all day." Lucius sighed.

"Not when we have a child that needs to be seen to."

"Was last night okay for you?" Lucius asked.

Narcissa blinked and looked at him confused, she hadn't been expecting him to ask her that.

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

"Things..." Lucius began before scratching his head, "Things between us...they haven't been...what I mean-"

She silenced him by placing her lips to his and pecked his lips lightly, he was correct that things hadn't been well between them lately but her silent decision the night before meant more to her now then it did then.

"Lucius, things haven't been well for us lately-"

"That is a bit of an understatement Narcissa. My son barely comes near me and we've been arguing a lot recently-"

"Let me finish." Narcissa said softly.

He fell silent but nodded at her request, looking at her through soft grey eyes.

"Things between us lately have been heated and not a heated we'd both like. I realise that we've both been angry with one another because we're not willing to discuss what is bothering us and I won't push you to talk until you are ready. But I want you to know that when you do want to talk about the Dark Lord, Azkaban, the trial, coming home, Draco then I'm there when you want to talk. I love you and I'm done with arguing, we can take this one day at a time and work through this." she whispered, tracing the outline of his jaw.

But before Lucius even had the chance to reply or kiss her, their bedroom door burst open and the two immediately pulled the covers up to their chins to make sure they were completely covered. In the doorway stood Draco, still dressed in his pyjamas and wearing a scowl on his face that made Narcissa smile, knowing exactly where he got the scowl from.

"Draco, what's wrong darling?" Narcissa cooed.

"Dobby said no breakfast!" Draco complained.

"He did?"

Draco nodded, "No breakfast no mummy!" he replied.

"Draco." Lucius said loudly.

The boy looked to his father, unsure of whether to run from the room and cry as he had done in the first few weeks of Lucius's arrival home from Azkaban or to stand there and ignore him.

"Tell Dobby if he doesn't give you breakfast, I'll give him a good kick to the head." Lucius said darkly.

And for the first time since Lucius had been home, Narcissa saw her son grin from ear to ear at his father's words. Just the promise and thought that his father would punish the house elf and that he'd get to watch delighted the boy as he sprinted from the room and they heard his fast footsteps running down the staircase. Narcissa laughed loudly, not sure of whether to be amused by her son's reaction to Lucius's words or that it only took one threat of violence to the house elf to make their son warm to the return of his father.

"What is so funny dearest?" Lucius asked, throwing back the covers and pulling his wand out from under his pillow.

Narcissa watched as her husband waved his wand and clothes came over to the bed for the pair of them. As they both dressed, she smiled.

"All this time you wanted him to warm to you again and all it would have taken is a threat to kick the house elf to do it." she giggled.

Lucius turned to face her, waving his wand once again at the bed sheets to make them unfold themselves from the bed.

"I know, it's quite amusing. To think that I could have saved myself one misery and instantly have regained the love of my son-"

"You will always have his love, you're his father and the only one he will ever have Lucius so never think Draco doesn't love you. Like I said, two year olds get attached to what they know easily and when that changes it takes a while for them to get used to it again. Just spend a bit more time with him not that he likes the fact the house elves can get kicked, he will be more willing to go near you." Narcissa said.

Lucius nodded, "We still have a lot to talk about." he muttered.

"Like I told you, when you are ready I will be here." Narcissa promised with a smile.

And just like that she felt her anger fade away as he kissed her. She knew now that it was better to be patient with her husband than to get angry and awkward with him all the time and although it would take time, they would be their own little happy family eventually.