"You have no choice," Lucius' stern voice said has he loomed over his son, Draco.
"But Father--" Draco started to plead.
"No, Draco. It has to be done." Without another word of protest from his son, he pulled him into the family room. "Sit down and be still."
"But Father--" Draco whined again.
"Don't whine; it's not becoming of a Malfoy."
"Lucius, he's only four!" Narcissa chided from across the room.
"He shouldn't whine."
Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Come here, baby," she called to Draco.
Pulling away from his father, Draco ran over to his mother. His mother, in a haphazard way, dropped a kiss on his forehead. Lifting him up, she placed Draco in the center of the couch and smiled. She took in how he looked in his best robes and slicked back blonde-white hair. "Perfect little gentleman."
Lucius walked over and sat on one of his son while Narcissa took the other. "We're ready," she announced.
The other man in the room turned towards them, nodded, and then proceeded to go behind the camera. After several attempts, the photographer finally produced a picture he was proud of. Even if Draco was still trying to get off the couch to run in it.
"Finished!" he said, even though they knew.
"See taking a family portrait isn't all that hard now is it?"
Draco shook his head, but ran out of the room the second Lucius let go of him.
"What will I do what that boy?" Lucius asked quietly to no one in particular.