Many thanks to Az (Inkfire) and RowenaJeanLovegood whose ideas I greatfully accepted for Thursday's child. Thank you both!

This one is a bit lighter fare than the previous. I figured a bit of levity would be nice.

Hope you like it!

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.

Traditional Nursery Rhyme

Thursday's child has far to go.

Draco was crying. Loud, wavering shrieks punctuated the air as the tiny child kicked at his blankets and ravelled himself into a mess.

His mother was by his side in an instant, plucking him from the crib and bouncing him gently.

"Yes, it's okay. Mummy's here for you. Ooh, yes. Who's mummy's favourite? Is it you? Yes it is! That's right Draco, sweetie, you're mummy's favourite!"

Baby Draco sniffled indignantly. His shrieks had stopped, but threatened to start again in an instant.

"What is it that you want, sweetie? Are you hungry?"

But words were beyond the ten-month-old's capabilities, so Narcissa's question went unanswered. Shifting him slightly, with a softly cooed, "Ooh, my baby's getting heavy. Yes you are! You're a big boy, aren't you?" (To which Draco gave no response beyond some minor squirming) Narcissa began to pace slowly around the room.

In the midst of this, Lucius peered in. "Again?" He said, the slightest hint of condescension in his voice. "The child's going to grow up a needy brat if you don't let him be."

Narcissa turned to face her husband, "Oh I know, but he was crying, Lucius! I couldn't just leave him! My poor baby was lonely!"

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Narcissa," he began, drily, "Our son in ten months old. He can barely stand. How do you expect him to feel lonely?"

"Lucius!" She sounded scandalized, "Just because our poor baby is young doesn't mean he doesn't feel!" She refocused her attention back towards her son, who, seeming to realize he was no longer the focus of his mother's actions, was taking a breath to begin shrieking again.

"You're a good boy, aren't you? And you do feel, sweetie, I know you do." She planted a kiss on his forehead.

Draco giggled.

"Narcissa," Lucius began again, "You're going to turn our son into a pansy if you keep babying him like that."

"Draco is a baby, Lucius. Yes you are! And you're a good little baby, aren't you?"

For a moment, Lucius simply watched his wife coddling their child, and tried to figure out how best to solve the problem of Narcissa.

It didn't take long for him to find a solution, even if it were a temporary one. Though, he reasoned, I wouldn't mind doing this every time he starts crying. With a confident smirk, he strode over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her midsection, trailing kisses along her neck.

"Lucius!" She hissed. "Stop that!"

But he didn't stop, and in a moment Narcissa had succumbed to her husband.

"Oh alright, alright. Let me just put Draco down." She put him back in his crib and said, "Mummy will be back in 20 minutes." One of Lucius' hands found her breasts. She gasped. "Make that 30."

They hurried out of the room, throwing themselves into their own.

Narcissa had just removed her robes when a shriek cut through the air. She stopped and began to turn away.

Her husband grabbed her arm, but she quelled him. "Oh Lucius I'm sorry, but my baby needs me!" And, throwing her robes on quickly, she hurried out of the room.

Lucius sat down heavily on the bed.

"Our son." He grumbled, "Is going to be the biggest brat in the world."

So, I know that was a bit subtle. In case you're unsure, Draco has far to go before he stops being a spoiled brat. =)

What'd you think? I had a ton of fun writing this one.