A/N: For The Dark Evil One, whose request made me giggle so hard I just HAD to write it. Thanks doll for making me smile. :D

"So what was the most embarrassing moment of your life, Lucius?" Snape asked. The Death Eaters were having their weekly tea and were trading embarrassing stories. Lucius thought for a moment, before deciding on one particularly embarrassing moment.

"Well, Draco was about six years old and I was just coming home from a long day of bribery at the ministry…" he remembered it clear as day, even now.

FLASHBACK!

Lucius sighed heavily and dropped his thick wool cloak on one of the house elves, trudging up the stairs to his room hoping for a nice, long bath. When he got to his bedroom door, he could hear singing from within, and he thought that Cissa and Draco must be singing nursery songs together again. He smiled fondly and opened the door only to come face to face with a horrific sight:

Draco was wearing his mother's high heels. And her dress, pearls, and lipstick. And he seemed to be trying to figure out her mascara tube, all the while singing to himself. Until he noticed his father, that is.

"Daddy! Look what I did! Don't I look PRETTY!" little Draco cooed, examining himself in the mirror. With wide eyes, Lucius turned around and yelled out of the doorway, "CISSA! CISSA! I NEED YOU. QUICKLY!"

Narcissa came running, and when she got there she was quite put-out.
"What on Earth could you possibly need me for so badly Lucius-" She stopped at the sight of Draco. "…oh." After a moment of awkward silence, she went to her closet and rummaged around, coming back out with a small book. She handed it to Draco. "There you are darling. Everything you need to know."

Lucius snatched the book and read the title, puzzled. "'My First Makeup? What on Earth does he need this for, Cissa? We shouldn't be…ENCOURAGING him!" Cissa rolled her eyes and took the book from Lucius, handing it back to Draco.

"Darling, he IS a Malfoy. If he's going to do it, he might as well do it right."

End FLASHBACK!

The other Death Eaters looked at him, and after a few moments Snape patted him on the back.

"Well, at least your son will always be one of the prettiest boys at parties."