Side-ship: Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy
"Absolutely not. I'm not doing it." Lucius interrupted his daughter-in-law before she could finish her sentence.
"Think about how upset Lyra would be, and how her birthday party would be ruined." Hermione implored.
"I don't bloody care if the girl we hired is coming or not! I'm not dressing up like that cheap-looking tart my granddaughter is obsessed with!" He grumbled, annoyed.
Lyra chose that moment to bound into the kitchen where Lucius was arguing and definitely winning with Hermione.
"Mummy, when's Barbie coming? I wanna see her!" She demanded.
Hermione shot him a look before telling her, "I'm sure Barbie will be here soon. Shouldn't you be with Nana Cissa and your friends,
darling?"
"Okay, mummy!" she said enthusiastically, bouncing back to the deck where Narcissa was serving cupcakes to Lyra's primary school friends.
"I would have asked Narcissa, but she's chaperoning the girls," Hermione said, her tone beseeching.
Lucius gave an exaggerated sigh, then grudgingly responded, "Fine."
It was not fine. It was horrid and the pink clashed horribly with his hair and his knees were visible.
To be clear, he was talking about the dress Hermione had forced him into, stifling a giggle.
Even worse, he had had his hair tied back in a ponytail and was wearing bright, pink high heels which bloody hurt.
He admired Narcissa a lot right now.
All he had to do was go out there, give a wish to the birthday girl, give her the hideous plastic tiara—and no he couldn't replace it with a better one from the Malfoy vaults—and give a little speech about the power of friendship, then sprinkle a jar of pink powder around him and disapparate.
Simple. Easy to do.
He was a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! He was a leader! People feared his very surname! Granted the last thing he'd led was Death eaters to capture a prophecy- still, this was simple.
He straightened his gaudy gold necklace then stepped out into the deck.