It was more difficult than Lucius expected seeing Narcissa leave his house with her sister. She had hugged his mother goodbye and kissed his cheek, but he missed her the moment she disappeared into her family carriage. It was a relief to find that her scent still remained in his room when he turned in for the night, as well as her velvety underwear left teasingly for him on his door handle. He smirked to himself to see she had left that there before pocketing it in case his mother came to wish him a goodnight. It amazed him how Narcissa could go from being innocent and charming when meeting his parents to being seductive and playful with him. He loved that about her. He loved everything about her.
He heard his parents coming down the hallway as he settled into bed, the two of them whispering loudly to each other and laughing. He smiled to himself as he pulled the silk sheets up around himself. They smelled like oranges and vanilla. They smelled like Narcissa.
His parents stopped in front of his door and he could hear their voices drifting in under the door. "Come, Demelza. Let him sleep."
"I want to kiss him goodnight," his mother laughs. "I'm proud of him. He's truly growing into his own."
Lucius smiles at their voices, amused at how loving the two intimidating figures were when they were alone together. The Malfoys had a reputation of being prideful and cruel, but behind closed walls, they were far from their appearance. By the sounds of it, too, his parents were both intoxicated, having had a decent amount of the mulled wine as it was his mother's favorite.
"Let him rest, Melza."
"She's a pretty little thing, isn't she? Those blue eyes and delicate features. Think of the grandbabies, my darling. They'll be precious. Little cherubs."
"We'll have to ensure the match, first, Melza. Have some patience."
"I've been alone with you two men for years, Abraxas. I can't help it if I've always wanted a daughter. And did you see the way he looked at her? How they danced? They disappeared for quite some time, too. Did you notice? For quite some time."
"They're young, Melza. Young and in love. Let them enjoy the time they have."
"Mm, we're not young anymore, are we, Abraxas? Our son is falling in love. Soon he'll be married, taking over your affairs and going to the Ministry. I thought we still had years and years, but I'm afraid old age has gotten to us…"
"We're still young, my love," Abraxas says and Lucius hears a pause before a thump against his door. "And you're still beautiful... I'm every bit as in love with you as I was the day I met you."
Lucius's mother lets out a light laugh that is quickly stifled by what Lucius assumes is his father kissing her. Scowling, Lucius turns over in bed, grabbing a pillow and burying his head in it, hoping to cancel out the sounds of his parents.
"Come to bed with me, Melza. Let me show you how young we really are."
Demelza's laugh comes again, light and happy, but it soons fades as his parents move on from his door and down the hallway to their own extravagant bedroom. Once they're gone, Lucius relaxes into his cushions, letting the smell of oranges and vanilla swell in his nose. It was a smell that he would happily keep with him. Before he knows it, Lucius falls asleep, safe in the comfort of his own room.