Anyways, the reason I wrote this is kinda' simple, kinda' complicated, I was bored, because we were having bad thunderstorms one night, and my dad wouldn't let me on the computer, so I thought up this. Also, when I was seven or something and we were at my grandparents for one holiday or another, there was a thunderstorm and I was freaked out (I was such a scaredy-cat back then) and my dad took me in the sunroom (the kind of room with big window on almost all sides) and he turned out the light and we watched the lightning, it really calmed me down, and I'm not afraid of storms anymore (duh!).
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Large, bright bolts of lightning snaked their way down from the sky striking things on the ground and sending out thunderously loud sounds (thunder, lol). It was late, around midnight at the Malfoy Manor, which was currently quite empty, just Lucius, Draco, and a few house-elves. Narcissa Malfoy was on vacation at a rather expensive, private summer cottage in France.
Draco, at the young age of five, was still terrified of thunderstorms. He pulled the blankets over his head and tried to sleep but he could still faintly see light from the flashes, and hear the loud rumbling of the thunder. He decided, instead of staying by himself to go see his father, the only one who knew of his fear of thunderstorms.
Lucius, at that moment was sitting in his room, wearing a pair of muggle pajamas that he only wore because they were more comfortable. He had a novel open in his lap and was sitting in bed reading when he heard a light tap on the door. Looking up and tucking his long, silver hair behind his ears, he said "Enter."
The door opened. Not surprisingly, Draco was standing at the door.
"You couldn't sleep because of the storm?" Lucius asked, already knowing the answer. Draco nodded, and Lucius climbed out of his bed and walked over to his small son, who barely came up to his waist, and picked him up. Draco wrapped his arms around his father's neck. Instead of walking back towards the bed, his father walked out of the room and downstairs, towards the sun room at the far southern side of the Manor (which was perched on the side of a hill) overlooking a meadow and hill that lead to a rather prominent mountain range.
Lucius sat on the couch with his small son sitting in his lap. He turned out the light and Draco buried his face in the crook of his father's neck, not wanting to see that lightning.
"Draco. Look up." Lucius ordered gently. Draco looked up at the skylight and out the windows, the lightning actually looked pretty. He felt safe with his father and loved the "show" the storm was giving them. After a while he felt sleepy and rested his head against his father's chest.
"Thanks, Daddy." Draco said quietly, "I'm not scared anymore." Lucius tightened his grip on Draco before whispering "Good." And gently kissing his forehead before falling asleep on the couch in the sunroom holding his small son, who he had recently helped conquer, at the present time, his biggest fear.
Okay, I'm remembering more details about my dad doing this for me; we sat on a sofa with his arm around my shoulder watching the storm for about ten minutes before we went back to the main room. It was Christmas Eve, and we were in the sunroom during that crappy time between dinner and opening presents.
By the way, this belongs in the Sappy Crap category.