Hey everyone! Here are some more updates as planned and I'm really happy that I'm able to write again because I can get updates written now. I've also discovered that writing on my break also helps me write when I get home. Also my coffee shop sessions have started again and that is also helping me as well.

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LM xxxxx

Breaking Traditions-Part 4:

Narcissa had been rather quiet for the rest of the night and Lucius was wondering if he was going to be in serious trouble when the two of them were alone or whether she was beginning to understand why he did what he did. He was only trying to help her of course and Lucius really hoped that she would see that.

"Be careful tonight," Priscilla said to her son as Narcissa headed off on her evening walk and had left the two alone.

"I can't decide whether she will hex me or say sorry for being mad at me when I am only trying to make sure that she's OK," Lucius said, "I know this isn't how Purebloods go about things and certainly not adoption…"

Priscilla nearly chocked on her wine as she heard Lucius mention the word adoption.

"What in Merlin's name are you on about Lucius Abraxas Malfoy?" she asked and then Lucius sighed and sat down before beginning from the start of when the idea came around. He knew that if anyone would understand then his mother would as she was unable to have another child after Lucius.

Silence fell after Lucius finished speaking and his mother ran a hand through her hair and sighed.

"You know that Purebloods cannot adopt but then Draco has a point," the mother said, "I don't really want to agree with him but my daughter-in-law should be happy. The world has moved on now and maybe someone does need to be the first to break the traditions and I think it would have to be you and Narcissa."

"Are you saying that you think we should adopt a little girl?" Lucius asked, shocked at his mother's own words before watching her nod. Without either saying another word Priscilla rose and left the room and Lucius headed to the bedroom.

When he arrived he found Narcissa sat in front of her vanity and he went to close the door but found it shut and locked by itself. He looked and found his wife's Ebony wand dangerously close to him and he looked at her and saw the look in her eyes.

"How dare you put the idea of adoption into my head without saying a definite answer Lucius?" Narcissa said as she looked at her husband, "you know that I want this so bad and I do not want any false hope because that is the worst thing that you could give anyone… especially your wife."

"Cissa…" Lucius sighed before grabbing her wand from her hands and looking at her, "I do not want to give you false hope and that is why I didn't want to tell you about it yet but you looked inside my head didn't you and saw that I was trying to keep something from you," he said as he moved her gently so they were able to look at each other, "I know this means everything to you and so does my mother…"

"What has your mother got to do with any of this?" Narcissa instantly asked as she looked at Lucius before gasping, "you told her didn't you?" She sighed as she looked away and snatched her wand back, walking over to the window before Lucius summoned it again and locked it away before going over to her.

"My mother thinks that your happiness should come first," Lucius said as he pulled her close, "I want you to be happy and that may mean having to do things that I never thought I would do. The fact that I am even considering it should speak volumes my rose," he said as he placed a kiss to her forehead. He could feel her magic crackling and he knew he needed to calm her somehow. "Let's go to bed," he said, "it's been another hard day and we need to rest."

Much to his relief Narcissa didn't argue and she went and finished getting ready for bed and soon slipped into bed. Lucius has left his chest exposed so she could rest her head on his chest but she didn't. She had slipped onto her side of the bed and then curled up. Lucius couldn't bare seeing her like that and he pulled her close and sighed inwardly with relief as she snuggled into him and he stroked her lightly wavy hair, watching as she fell asleep and moments later he did the same.

The next morning Lucius woke up to find his arms wrapped around himself. He looked for his rose and then he looked and saw her sat at her window seat with a letter and he looked and saw Hermes.

"Draco's owl…" he said as he went over and looked at Narcissa, who nodded before passing over the letter.

Dearest Mother… and Father if you haven't left for the Ministry yet.

The Sorting Hat was barely on my head before it declared, as predicted, that I was in Slytherin House. I have not let the family down and I intend to never do that either.

Anyway the news I have for you is that the famous Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. I tried to make friends with him but that Muggle loving Weasley's son, the youngest, has already made friends with him. I, of course, told him that I would be a much better friend for him but he refused and sided with Weasley. I will still try and make friends with him. The Hat took forever to decide where to put him. Gryffindor. Not the best, but not as bad as Hufflepuff though.

Mother I will be home before you know it and will write every day. Father… do not let people tell you what to do. We are Malfoys and people listen to us.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Draco xx

Lucius read the letter and instantly knew what Draco was on about before he looked.

"Do not send your letter off without mine," he said before hurrying out of the bedroom and to his study and quickly wrote a letter to Draco to fill him in on his research.

Narcissa instantly began writing a letter to Draco and had just finished it when Lucius arrived back and sent Hermes off with two letter and some treats that Narcissa had baked herself. Lucius then dressed quickly as he had to hurry to the Ministry of Magic.

He left and then Narcissa wondered that her son could have been on about before placing her breakfast order. She had to get out of the Manor that day… if only she could somehow slip away from her mother-in-law's watchful eyes.