A/N: Lucius is taking care of little Draco when he finds his old leather jacket.

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Fanfiction Perfumers Competition (and Challenge): Armani Code Luna - leather - Lucius Malfoy

Lucius ascended the stairs with head forward and his back straight, looking the perfect picture of calm and collected to anyone who seemed to be watching. However, as it were, there was no one in the Manor today except for himself and his son, Draco. Narcissa had gone to tea with Mrs Parkinson but if she could see him now, he was sure she would be able to tell all was not right.

"If she were here, then she wouldn't have left me home alone with Draco and I wouldn't be in this mess", Lucius thought as he came onto the second floor landing.

Lucius had only been left with his son alone a few times since his birth, most times while he was still unable to crawl on his own. However, the three-year-old who was just playing in the front room at his feet with his blocks had waddled out of his sight and now Lucius had no idea where he could.

Lucius stopped on the landing and took a deep breath. He had to be clear and focus, not let his emotions and worry cloud his mind and judgement.

He opened his ears and listened. A three-year-old couldn't keep quiet for too long, especially if he thought himself cheeky enough to escape his father's watchful eyes.

A soft giggle came from one of the open doors up ahead and Lucius smirked. Found you.

He took a few steps forward and peered around the opening. This was one of the many rooms they used for storage inside of guests, currently holding stacks of boxes and old clothes that hadn't been worn for years. It was dusty, dark, clustered but that mattered not to the small little boy who was crawling among the fringes of dresses and cloaks hung on the racks.

He entered the room and walked slowly up behind the little boy with an evil plan. He would scare Draco. That would teach him not to run off on his own again.

Draco then crawled back from out of the cloaks clutching a thick black leather jacket in his hand. The little boy giggled as he ran his hands across the material, the strong smell reaching even Lucius' nose and prompting him to stop.

He hadn't seen that jacket in years, a throwback to one of his more rebellious phases when he thought it was very fashionable.

It had been in his sixth year when he had gotten it on special order, away from home and prying eyes, but there was one person he wanted to see his new jacket. He had invited her to his dorm room one night after ensuring that none of his dorm-mates would be arriving any time soon. She had happily agreed and he smiled when he heard the soft knock on the door.

"Priscilla wondered what I was doing coming up here," Narcissa as she walked inside and he closed the door behind her.

"I'm sure she did. That girl has a mouth the size of a hippogriff," Lucius said. "By tomorrow, everyone will think something has happened here."

Narcissa gave him a smirk. "If Priscilla knows what's good for her, she won't say a thing about this. I saw her coming out of Montague's room the other night after hours and I'm sure they were doing much worse."

Lucius couldn't hide the grimace that crossed his face at Narcissa's words. So that had been the loud noises coming from the seventh years dorm room. They had all thought he had been killing someone's cat.

"So what did you have to show me?" Narcissa asked as she sat on the edge of Lucius' bed.

Lucius walked over to his trunk and said, "I got something in the mail today and I wanted to show you."

"This couldn't wait until morning?" Narcissa asked as Lucius took a few things out of his trunk to get the item near the bottom.

"This is for my eyes only, and yours," he said as he finally removed enough items. "Now, please close your eyes."

Narcissa did as she was asked and Lucius quickly slipped on his jacket. "All right. Open them," he said as he stood before her, feeling quite handsome and rugged in the leather.

Narcissa opened her eyes and stared at Lucius wordlessly. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, obviously not sure if she was seeing clearly and Lucius couldn't help but feel a bit awkward.

"Narcissa, say something," he prodded. Anything would have been better than the silence.

Then she let out a loud laugh and Lucius could feel his face redden. He hadn't been expecting that. But he could see the playful glint in her eyes and he began to smile. She wasn't being judgemental or mean. She just found it funny.

Narcissa hid her mouth behind her hand as she watched Lucius strut towards her, his shoulders appearing even broader beneath the leather jacket.

"I would have never pegged you for something like this, Lucius," Narcissa said.

Lucius frowned a bit. "So you don't think it looks good?" he asked.

Narcissa came up him and put her hands on his shoulders, smoothing out the leather beneath her fingers. "It looks very attractive and very tempting, actually," she whispered into her ear, tipping up on her toes to reach. "The smell is... intoxicating."

Lucius took a deep breath, the smell of the leather mixing with the delicate perfume on Narcissa's neck. "You smell intoxicating, my dear," Lucius said huskily back into her own ear as he leaned down to bite her neck.

"Daddy!" Draco cried as he turned to his father standing behind him.

Lucius shook his head, stopping the memory from going any further. He was home alone with Draco. It wouldn't bode well to get caught up thinking about what he and Narcissa had ended up doing immediately after (nothing too inappropriate. Narcissa retained her virtue though it had taken much of willpower to stop them before they got that far).

Lucius instead walked forward and picked his son up off the ground. "What are you doing in here, Draco?" Lucius asked, acting as if he just found the little boy.

Draco give him a bright smile and said, "Clothes!"

Lucius shook his head. "Come, let's go back downstairs. It's time for lunch," he said. He made to walk out of the musty closet but then stopped and bent to pick up the leather jacket. Maybe he could wear this tonight when Draco had been put to bed and relive some pleasant memories with his wife.