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Chapter 2

"Mommy! Father!" seven-year-old Draco Malfoy shouted from outside his parent's door. "May I come in?" There was a soft click of the lock and Draco entered his parent's chambers. Following his lead, three of the Malfoy's best house elves traipsed in, their small arms laden with presents and food.

"Happy Anniversary Mummy and Daddy!" Draco announced proudly. Narcissa beamed. Despite himself, Lucius smiled as well.

"Oh Draco, this was so thoughtful!" Narcissa squealed, pulling her son into a hug.

"Narcissa..." Lucius warned. She released her son and began picking through the presents.

Draco grinned and pulled himself up onto the enormous bed. "I was wondering something, Father. You're the master of the house, which means the elves have to obey you."

Apprehensive, and already a little annoyed, Lucius raised an eyebrow. "That's correct."

Draco crawled farther onto the bed and sat between his parents, much to his father's dismay and his mother's delight. "But then, they also obey mommy and I. Why is that?"

"The correct way of phrasing that is 'Mommy and me,' Draco darling." Narcissa corrected. Draco spun to face her, confused.

"No it isn't." An exasperated grunt from Lucius went ignored.

"It is, darling. Think of it this way: if you take out the 'mommy', you're left with 'they also obey I,' which isn't right." Narcissa considered Draco's formal education of the upmost importance. Lucius, obviously, agreed that the education of his son was required (Malfoys did not wait until Hogwarts to educate their children), but grammar lessons at seven-thirty in the morning were just ridiculous. Lucius Malfoy was not a morning person.

Satisfied with his mother's explanation, Draco turned back to his father, who was struggling to maintain an impassionate expression. "So then, why must the elves obey mommy and me?"

"They obey your mother because she is the mistress of the house—the second in charge." Lucius paused to take a breath, but after seeing his son's mouth open to speak, hurried to keep going. "They obey you because they know that one day you will be the master of the house. Have you noticed that they call you their 'young master'?"

Lucius silently pleaded that this answer would assuage his son for the next few weeks. When Draco's only reply was "Oh," Lucius sighed. He knew he was in for many more questions in the weeks to come.

Draco trailed through Knockturn Alley behind his father, craning his neck to see over the big box he was carrying.

"Very careful with that box, Draco." Lucius reminded for the seventeenth time that hour.

"What's in it?" Draco asked.

"You're too young to know, son. I have already told you that twice." Lucius rounded the corner and closed in on one of his favorite shops—Borgin and Burkes.

"Yes, but I'm very curious, see. I've been carrying the box carefully for quite a while now and I don't even know what's inside." Draco's seven-year-old mind had reached its curiosity stage and Lucius had been getting quite annoyed.

"I do not care if you're curious. Malfoys do not ask for something twice."

"I didn't ask for something! I asked what something was." Draco protested.

"Draco!" Lucius snarled, spinning around to face his young son. Draco's face fell; he knew which rule he had broken this time—he had broken the same rule a few times lately. His father was not very happy with him.

"I'm sorry father. Malfoys respect their superiors and elders. I'll stop arguing." Pleased enough with his son's apology, Lucius opened the door to Borgin and Burkes and allowed Draco to go through before him. The door chimed and Borgin appeared behind the counter.

"Do not touch anything Draco." His father reminded softly, taking the box and beginning to confer with Borgin.

"Mommy, why do you do that?" Draco inquired softly. Narcissa turned away from the mirror to face her son.

"Why do I do what, Draco dear?" She couldn't help but smile at her son. Draco had been sitting quietly on an armchair next to her vanity for twenty minutes.

"Why do you put that gloop on you face?" He asked, his face contorting into an expression that made him appear to be smelling something foul. As he asked this though, Lucius entered the room.

"Draco!" He called sharply. "Do not question a person's decisions if you do not understand the reasoning behind them." Draco sat up straighter in the armchair.

"I do understand! The gloop is to make her pretty! She doesn't need it so why does she wear it?"

Lucius sighed. "The gloop is called 'makeup' and if your mother wants to wear it then she can wear it." He did not understand his wife's desire to wear the expensive cosmetics either. She was gorgeous without them. Not that he told her this of course; Malfoys didn't give compliments when they weren't necessary.

"May I go to the party also?" Draco asked, dropping the subject of his mother's makeup. Narcissa, who had returned to perfecting her eyeliner, dropped the brush and quickly dove to retrieve it. Lucius snarled.

"I told you this morning you could not, Draco." Lucius had been impatient with Draco ever since he broke Lucius's "no public displays of affection" rule in the Quidditch store the other day. "Malfoys do not attend parties they aren't invited to."

Draco gasped and hopped off the chair. He ran over to the large bed and jumped up next to his father. Lucius sighed and looked up from his cufflinks.

"What is it Draco?" he asked when his son did nothing but gaze at him in horror.

"There parties that we don't get invited to? Why?" Lucius almost laughed, until he remembered that stupid questions should anger him rather than amuse him.

"Of course there are!" When the seven-year-old's face began to flush in anger, Lucius corrected himself. "Malfoys get invited to all of the parties worth attending. That doesn't mean that less important people don't throw parties as well."

Lucius let out a quick breath when his son's face returned to its normal shade of pale. He stood up to help clasp a necklace around Narcissa's neck and waited until his family was no longer in his bedroom to shut the door.

"Draco?" Lucius stopped leading his wife down the hallway and turned around.

"Yes father?" Silver eyes gazed up innocently and Draco's mouth curved into a smile. Lucius groaned internally.

"Malfoys keep their emotions to themselves."