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Lucius who is 30 and Narcissa 29 were going taking a nap last time we saw them. Albeit he was exhausted after the eventful day he still hoped for his time alone with his wife. Warning: This chapter contain scenes more of the M type.

By the way in this story children aren't perfect, they are polite but they are children. I think we can all see a little of our children, or our siblings, or even ourselves. This story goes to all the children lovers everywhere and to everyone that was a child...everyone. Thanks to everyone for reading my un-beta fics, hope they make your day better.

this is the T version of this chapter, the M verion under MM original. Chapters often contain M material, there might be an M version of this chapter under Malfoys and Mates Original.

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Father doesn't know best

"Love, I will tell you all about it when I wake up." Lucius charmed away all his clothes, except his boxers, and as he spoke the last of the sentence, he faded out.

Narcissa took off her robe and her gown and just kept the camisole she had worn earlier. She left the silk thigh-high hose, worn with the emerald green garters and matching knickers and bra. Then, she stretched her body very close to her handsome wizard and closed her eyes.

Something was nibbling her ear, "Who is this wanton Mommy and does she remember about Daddy's play-date?" A husky voice was whibreaded.

They were later laying together and both said at the same time, "Love you."

A few minutes after he moved a pillow to rest his head near her breast. He lay there content and told her about Draco.

Cissay stretched her hand and pulled her reticule after she listened to the unbelievable tale.

"Love you need to go and see Papa Serpens; remember to send an owl and not to come unannounced." Her voice firm.

"No kidding, imagine short of a hundred and still going at it like a young buck."

Lucius said wishfully, wondering if they would get to be that age and he would have the same stamina. And then laughed thinking of all the embarrassing moments with his Papa; never mind the eyefuls with his parents, at least a a couple of times. And the no so funny ones they had provided for Draco. Hmm, no good.

"Yes, we have to remember about Draco, we are not much better," she laughed at his statement, he was right about that.

"What beautiful hair, "Narcissa had Mimi's tress in her hand.

"Yes it is," said Lucius smelling the hair of his mate, "and smells great my beautiful Cissy."

How to end a Play date or Males know best, not!

"Ah, that reminds me of something I wanted to show you, let me go and get it." Lucius Accio his robe and walked towards Draco's connecting room. Narcissa restrained herself from saying anything, what was the sense.

He came back with the peach jumper, "Darling that was probably a bad idea, you might wake him up," Narcissa admonished him, fearing that their play-date would be cut short.

Lucius took his place back, "Nah, Draco is out like a light, probably for hours after the energy surge incident. He was resting with the peach jumper held close to him, I almost couldn't take it away...Hmm, Pretzel isn't happy with me, oh well. Check this out, it has a bizarre bug eye something," Lucius read "and under it reads Hello -'

"A cat, this is a cat? Lucius murmured at her answer, "crazy mudb-" Narcissa smacked him lightly.

"Ouch, don't hit me. I meant Muggles."

"If they are going to be in the family, you must remember that little ears repeat all that one says or have said." Narcissa reminded him; he was a naughty child.

"Ok, why do they print this demon like creature in their children's clothes? Look at this, bug eye and demented, the Mudbloods..."

"UGGH, ouch, what did I say this time, why did you hit me?" Lucius was so used to the word that he hadn't heard himself say it.

"The m word my dear...we are already in-laws to a mud, err, Muggle." Narcissa stopped herself, and her mouth twisted in a troubled smirk.

They looked at each other "So dear love," Lucius said and bit her neck with laughter in his eyes, "aha, a case of the pot calling the kettle black? Hmmm." His eyes brimmed with bad intentions, and his mouth had a smirk that wasn't sweet at all."I think it is time for retributions, this calls for severe punishment."

Lucius pounced on her, not nasty but playfully, and tried to turn her over to smack her. Narcissa was struggling, she knew him, and he would give her a sore bottom. He was wicked, and she was yelling and laughing,

"You brute, unhand me, wife paddling went away since the early 1900s," she was yelping.

A shiver ran down his back and he hoped for one more round. Draco still had half an hour of nap, maybe longer.

Cissy was coming towards the bed, she had a long silk robe, he raised his eyebrow, "You are too beautiful for a wizard," she was again on fire, she was hoping for her turn and bit her lower lip seductively when he beckoned her to the bed. She lowered her eyes to smile in triumph.

And...just the, the door between the rooms opened and a small energy ball entered the room before either spouse could say a word. The small figure made a mad dash to pull the garment out of Daddy's hands.

Draco was already at Lucius and jumped unto Daddy's lap. It was unfortunate, "OUCH, son," Lucius eyes closed with pain.

Narcissa laughed. Pretzel was at the door mumbling something about a little bad wizard.

A sleepy Draco angrily said, "I want my Mimi's jumprerr," he was clearly upset. Narcissa, who had forgotten his earlier fit, was amazed at the Draco in front of her, "It is mine, give it now." He sounded grumpy, and Lucius could not longer tolerate the mine, mine, and the nastiness.

"Son what had we talked about being nice?" Lucius who was happy, looked at Cissy. With her eyes, she was asking him to give the jumper back to Draco.

"My jumper, I wants it, mine, mine," sobbing, all flushed and screaming. The parents were looking at each other fresh out of ideas, when he heard Abraxas' voice telling him about Octan's incident. Octan had been sick, that was it, and Lucius realized that he had taken away the one connection to the little girl.

"Here son, here, I was just showing it to Mommy, it won't happen again, I think we will make a nice blanket out of it, is that ok?" Draco nodded his head. As soon as Draco had it, he held on the jumper with one hand, his thumb in the mouth with the same hand so the knit was against both nose and mouth. He seemed to have gone to sleep, when he opened one eye holding the garment tighter. He pulled the thumb half out and sleepily said "M.I.N.E. NO TOUCHIE, ok?"

Narcissa got out bed and looked back at Lucius while gathering the once again sleeping, clammy little wizard. He really was exhausted from all the spent energy, and was hot and sweaty.

Lucius took the sleeping little wizard from his wife. Draco opened his eye once again and held on to Daddy's neck; before fading out he said: "I love you Daddy." At that Cissy whispered, "I love Daddy too," and she went to bed to wait for Daddy.

At a Tudor Style mansion not faraway from the Malfoy's.

The next day after the incident the Grangers were talking, "So Frances will stay with Mimi the two mornings she does not go to the kindergarten. She will stay until you get back from the surgery the other days. You come at 13:00 so we should be ok. I have called my sister and father. They will help us to find a replacement for Miss Rose." Grant was talking to his wife while she fixed a small lunch. He was paying all their bills, while Mimi colored a book, occasionally pulling the pencils towards her with a finger, but none took notice.

"Daddy, is Dake coming today?" Hermione curiously asked.

"Dake, ah Drake, no sweet pea, nobody is coming today; not sure when he is coming, why?" Grant was now looking at his daughter; she didn't appear too thrilled with the idea.

"Umm, nothing, I don't like him, he wanted to steal me, and maybe you can ask the daddy if he has my mostest favorite colour jumper," shrugging her shoulders and the lip trembling, ready to cry

"No, he just liked you a lot, and he seems nice. And yes, your mother was planning to ask if they'd visit or phone us." Grant wasn't really convinced about the strange colored hair father and son. The nagging feeling that he had been bamboozled wouldn't go away.

Hermione had been throwing fits over her missing jumper. The reason behind was that she loved cats and anything peach, pink, rose, and any shade in between. They had gone by the shop where they had bought it, and they only had much larger sizes. Who knows where they had dropped it. Jeanie even suggested that Rose took it out spite.

Rose had been at the house packing when they came over, Mimi cried and ask her to stay, and she had yelled to the little girl to stay away from her. Grant felt like hitting the woman when she called his daughter, "...you are possessed and a devil worshiper."

Mimi was a mess the night before over the jumper and Rose calling her bad. Today she was tired and a little withdrawn. What was with people? Certainly, something was different with Mimi; it was like an extra sense, and they had no answers. However, she was a good girl, spoiled, and willful, and with a temper just like her mother's.

The doorbell was ringing. There was something odd; the hair business was out of the ordinary. Oh well, Jeanie made up for all this world's hateful people. She was even talking about another baby. He smiled thinking about Jeanie.

"Grant someone is at the door, did you not hear? Please open darling, no Rose remember?"

"Yes, dear, I am on my way," Hermione got up and followed her daddy.

"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Miss Mimi?"

"I am Miss Mimi, did you bring me somefing?" Grant laughed, "Let's see, there seems to be a lot of things here."

In effect was from the Malefeurs. The had sent a special delivery service and in the note, they had sent an address, a phone number at an office with a local address. They also sent invitation for tea at a well appointed local restaurant to be followed with a child's puppet show. It was for the following Saturday, and not a great idea as it turned out.

There was a basket with several bottles of burgundy and Bordeaux reds as well as a few Alsatian and German Rieslings, and all sorts of delicacies and sweets from Harrods. There were several gift wrapped boxes. One had three Hello K jumpers, the right size in different colors and matching head bands. "Sorry my husband mistakenly picked up Mimi's jumper along with Draco's. We are sorry to inform you that the dogs decided to play with the children's jumpers and chewed them. We hope the jumpers are acceptable. – Sincerely, Narcissa Malfeur.

There also was a small jeweler's box with a dainty locket made out gold, quite beautiful, hand made. It contained a small lock of white blond hair and a miniature painting of Draco, not Drake, Draco. Lastly, six gorgeous books of fairy tales, and one was called the Tales of the Bard. Hermione wanted to put one of the jumpers on. Of course not the peach, she so much loved, but a light blueberry one. "My new favorite colour," she declared.

Jeanie couldn't stop singing the Malefeurs' praises...this and that...and they not gone through great trouble and expense? Jeanie was making Grant dizzy with the compliments. Finally, she made a note to write them a thank you, to accept the invitation, and to make arrangements to meet them.

"Doorbell, it's ringing again," Grant went to open, it was the letter carrier. "Jeanie my love, it is a letter from my town's parish, and it says a copy went to the Bishop.

"This is outrageous; we need to call a solicitor, unacceptable. The woman is crazy." Grant was furious after reading the missive.

"Daddy, who is the crazy woman?"

"Nobody honey, nobody."

After Mimi went to take her nap, the couple sat and read the letter again.

"How can they dictate this on us? If we want to stay as church members, we need to be subject to an investigation for using dark magic and bringing a demonic spirit into our daughter's soul? And they are threatening to send letters to the kindergarten where Mimi has been accepted. It is Rose. Oh dear, you know about Mimi, what are we to do?" Jeanie was crying. She had often feared something like this could happen, it was outrageous, poor Mimi.

At the end of the 20th century, educated people, and the church was making charges of dark magic and demonic possession. Furthermore, to think they were demanding to examine their little daughter, never. Grant was stewing in anger while drinking two shots of a fine single malt, neat.

What was this? It was necessary to seek help, talk to someone that knew, but to whom? Mimi would be ostracized from the exclusive word of her paternal grandparents. What to do? Accusations like this could hurt their practices if they leaked out. A proverbial witch hunt, the media would love the spectacle.

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Next chapter: The Malfoys see a face they recognize while meeting the Grangers. A very eventful play date and both families have decisions to be made. By the way, the world is full of Rose's, too bad :(