Ok this took a while to write, mainly because I have been very lazy. But my friend who shall remain nameless (coughErincough) made me finish it. So here we are with the next installment of the craziness that is the Malfoy family.

Why do they always where black cloaks?

"Hello honey, how is your decorating experiment going?" Lucius asked as the three walked into the restaurant (French of course)

"It going well I guess, though people are amazingly slow, there are times when I swear I could do it all faster on my own." Narcissa said as they where seated and handed menus.

"Dude they have tiramisu here." Draco nudged his father and gave him a pleading look.

"Fine you can have desert."

"Score." Draco then decided that it would suite his best interests to explore the rest of the menu, as it would be unlikely that his parents would allow him to eat only desert.

"Why do they have an Italian desert here?" Whispered Narcissa as she scanned the menu half heartedly. She and Lucius went to this restaurant often and she always had the same thing but it was considered rude to not at least give the menu a quick scan.

"I wouldn't know, it's a new addition. Anyway, I didn't get a chance to look at your handy work how is it?"

"Better." Lucius raised an eyebrow indicating her to go on. A smirk formed on her lips. "You are going to have to wait Mr. Malfoy."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

Draco blinked and looked up, he heard that term a lot, and that usually meant that his mother wouldn't give in. It turned out that this time was no different.

The waiter brought some glasses of water and took their orders. Draco made sure that she was aware the he would be ordering desert so she wouldn't leave the check early.

"I think you need to be eating healthier – both of you." Narcissa said as the dug into their food. Draco and Lucius exchanged glances that said one thing 'oh shit'.

"No don't worry I am not going to go on some diet craze like the rest of the world." Narcissa said laughing at their expressions. "Though a know a few people might benefit from it." Lucius looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"And who might they be?"

"One of the Weasley's could use it." She said. Draco snorted and quickly covered his mouth with a napkin to stop the food from coming out.

"Draco." Lucius said giving his son a discouraging look.

"Sorry Dad."

"Uh huh, well Fudge has decided to cut most of the budgets." Lucius said as he set down his knife and took a bite of food.

"Doesn't he always?" A scowl had formed on Narcissa's lips.

"Yes, my department is fine for now, but he cut mythical animals in half. The budget I mean."

Draco nodded and pushed his food around. "Umbridge was there." He said gloomily.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow at her son, "I thought you got along with her."

"Well I don't rebel or anything, and it's one of those if you can't beat them join them moments. But she was fired so it's all good."

"Ah." An understanding nod.

"So back to the Budget cuts, how did McNair take it? I do hope he didn't act out of order, He has warned him not to do that, it attracts to much attention." Narcissa said as she cast a quick look around the room.

"He wasn't there, thankfully."

"What about the hippogriffs father? Think about the hippogriffs!" (Thanks to Generally Maz for that last line)

Lucius shrugged, "What about the hippogriffs?"

"I dunno, I just felt like saying that."

"Ah…" He turned to Narcissa, "He's your son right?"

Narcissa glared at him and shook her head. "I believe you had a helping hand in that."

Draco made a face and scooted away. Lucius chuckled and shook his head as Draco attempted to avoid them.

"How else do you think you where born?" He asked as he nodded to the waitress to take the dishes away.

"Well Mum could have been abducted by aliens or something." His eyes glittered as the waitress set a dish of tiramisu in front of him.

Narcissa rolled her eyes but remained silent, she was used to her son's random comments and ideas.

The rest of the meal was finished rather uneventfully, not that the first part was at all eventful (apart from Draco's accusations of his alien ancestry)

"Da-ad, can we go shopping?" Draco whined as he tugged his father's sleeve.

"Shopping?" A raised eyebrow.

"Yes shopping, I would like a new broom for quiditch, perhaps a Millennia 5, they are the newest things out."

Lucius glared at his son and shook his head. "You have a perfectly good broom and I will not buy you a new one till you actually need one."

"But Potter has a good broom."

"I don't care if Potter joined Britain because of his broom, amazingly enough there are more important things in this world than quiditch."

They soon arrived back at the ministry, though Narcissa refused to let them go through the front hall. Draco was being pouty and Lucius pretty much ignored him, much to Draco's disdain.

"Ok, stop moping Draco or else I'll think of sending back the birthday gift I got you." Well this perked the boy up quiet a bit and he readily set about doing the tasks Lucius gave him (mainly preparing the office for the French foreign Minister)

The day wore on in deadly boredom till six o'clock came around. (Narcissa had stopped in to say good-bye a few hours before) Draco sat in his father's office bored out of his mind. He was already finished with everything and had left the book he was reading at home. Lucius looked up at his bored son and chuckled.

"I have some law books you can read." He offered jokingly. Draco scowled and shook his head.

"No we learn enough about the treaty of the gremlin society at school, then Granger goes on about some god forsaken law that emerged because of it." Lucius nodded in agreement.

"Your mother did the same thing."

Draco raised an eyebrow but kept quiet. He swung his gaze out the window and starred at the only somewhat interesting thing out there, a hot dog vendor.

He was really quiet a sight, dressed in all red and yellow with a shirt that looked like a tube. He had on a huge lopsided hat and was pushing around the hot dog machine, calling out to the passing people.

"Father, who is the hot dog vendor out there? He looks oddly familiar." Draco asked. Lucius looked up and turned to look out the window.

"Hmm, he does doesn't he." He then turned around and surveyed his desk. Most of the stuff left he could do at home and figured that it would do good to have Draco home before 11.

"Well I can do the rest at home, shall we?" Lucius asked as he stood, gathering his stuff and unceremoniously dumping it into his bag.

Draco hopped up and nodded eagerly.

"Finally." He muttered as he and his father headed towards the old library.

Without much delay they arrived home to find the living occupied by five men all in black cloaks.

TBC

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