Narcissa/Rodolphus; "puppy" for priuses
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If it had been up to Lucius, he would never have allowed Rodolphus Lestrange in his home. He would have turned him away at the door, even when he arrived with a gift. Even when that gift was a fluffy little Pekingese that both of them knew would delight Narcissa to no end. Especially then.
Narcissa, of course, disagreed with the "no Rodolphus" stance, which was precisely the problem, and Lucius was forced to smile and pretend to be a good host.
"Oh, isn't she sweet!" Narcissa cooed, when Rodolphus practically waltzed into the house without giving Lucius a second look and presented her with the puppy. She squealed like a little girl, and nuzzled her nose against its. It squirmed in her hands and pawed at her wrists.
"I didn't know you liked dogs, Narcissa," Lucius said stiffly. "I could have bought you one."
Narcissa ignored him, and looked up at Rodolphus with a positively adoring expression. She hugged the dog to her chest, where it whimpered into her bosom.
"Thank you so much, Rodolphus," she said, and Rodolphus smiled rather smugly. He reached out to pat the dog's head, and his hand grazed Narcissa's breast. Certainly deliberately, Rodolphus thought.
"Take good care of her, won't you?" he said, and his eyes flickered very slightly towards Lucius when he said it. Narcissa smiled sweetly and babbled some nonsense about how she would take perfect care of the dog, and how Rodolphus would always be welcome to come and visit it. Lucius wasn't listening. He was far too busy glaring at Rodolphus. He had caught the glance he had given him.
How dare you, he thought. How dare you tell me to take care of my wife.