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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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The Play Date

“I don’t want to go Mother!” A small, platinum blonde haired little boy whined stamping his small foot on the Persian rug.

“Draco darling we have been through this before, your Father has to go to work and I need to go to afternoon tea with Lady Greengrass. I thought you liked Blaise.”

“I do like Blaise; it’s his Mum I don’t like!”

“Mrs Zabini is a very prominent Pureblood Draco; there is no reason to be afraid of her.”

“I’m not afraid!” Draco answered quickly, too quickly.

“I know Mrs Zabini isn’t what you are used to darling but you must be polite. She is just bigger than most women usually are, she can't control it any more than you can control the colour of your hair.” Narcissa Malfoy coached her young son, straightening the collar of his elegant robes which were laid over his play clothes.

“I thought your play date was scheduled for eleven o’clock, Draco.” Lucius Malfoy chided as he walked into the room fastening his cuff links as a magically enchanted ribbon tied itself around his hair to keep it out of his way.

“I don’t want to go!” Draco replied stubbornly crossing his tiny arms over his chest, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout.

Lucius caught Draco’s chin in one hand and turned his son to face him. He tutted and lightly, gently pinched the protruding lip. He tugged on it and watched as Draco cringed away with a giggle.

“I have warned you not to pout before Draco.” He reminded. “Now why do you not wish to visit Blaise, I have been led to believe that he is a friend of yours.”

“He is afraid of Marianna darling.” Narcissa answered.

“I am not afraid!” Draco cut in with another foot stamp.

“Do not do that on the rug Draco.” Lucius admonished.

Draco huffed and turned to face away from his parents, sulking.

Lucius chuckled and scooped his son into his arms and held him against his chest.

“You are very spoilt Draco.” He whispered to his son, but had no doubts that his Wife could also hear him. “I sometimes feel that I have ruined you and your Mother, but the both of you spoil me so I think that it is only fair to repay you in kind.”

Draco turned to look at his Dad. He was confused. “How do I spoil you?” He asked with a frown.

Lucius chuckled and pulled his Wife into his shoulder with one arm, the other holding Draco securely.

“You spoil me by being here Draco. You and your Mother are the greatest gifts I could have ever asked for and I consider myself spoilt every single day that you are both with me.”

“Blaise doesn’t have a Dad; does that mean he isn’t as spoilt as me?” Draco asked.

“I doubt anyone could be as spoilt as you Draco.” Lucius answered wryly. “But you should never tell Blaise this, he will get upset and you don’t want his Mother angry with you.”

Draco went paler than he usually was and clung to his Father. “I don’t want to go!”

Lucius sighed and sat in the armchair, Draco on his lap.

“You will find as you grow older Draco that we often must do things we don’t want to do, do you think that I like going to work all day every day? That I get taken away from spending time with you and your Mother?”

“Why do you then?” Draco asked.

“Because I must Draco. I go to work so you can have the toys you want, food to eat, the finest robes to wear. I work because I love you.”

“Love you too.” Draco muttered bashfully, playing with the silver fastenings on his Father’s cloak.

Lucius chuckled and gripped Draco’s tiny hands in his own. Draco was a very small boy for his age, Lucius had no doubts that he would grow into a fine young man, but at the moment he looked at those tiny, pale, dimpled hands resting, lost, in his own larger ones.

His son was so small, so fragile, but was showing the stubborn, hard willed edge that all Malfoys had. He had a fine son, one who would be strong and proud. He would teach Draco everything he knew so that his son may surpass him one day as he had surpassed his own Father.

“The lesson of today is that we do things we do not want to because we must Draco. If I didn’t work to keep us fed and clothed we would be nothing more than street urchins. Your Mother must go to her tea parties because she must keep up the social name of Malfoy and you must go to the Zabini’s for a few hours because we cannot possibly leave you here on your own and I would think you would have even less fun if you went with your Mother, I hear Peony Parkinson is going to bring her daughter Pansy to the tea party.”

Draco pulled a face and stuck out his tongue. Lucius chuckled and gripped that wet tongue and tugged it.

“I have also warned you about poking this tongue of yours outside your mouth.”

Draco giggled again and squirmed on his Father’s lap.

“Why are all girls icky?” Draco asked his Father seriously.

Lucius laughed a full belly laugh, one of few he had uttered in the past few years. He looked to his Wife who laughed delicately behind her hand.

“Is it just Pansy you find ‘icky’ or is it all girls?”

“Astoria is alright, but Daphne and Pansy are icky.” Draco told his Father.

“Ah but Astoria is just a baby, Draco. She’s only two years old.” Narcissa told him.

“She’s still the best girl from my friends.”

“What about Millicent Bulstrode?” Lucius asked. “I thought you liked Millicent?”

Draco cocked his head innocently as he scrunched up his face. “Millie’s a girl?”

Lucius choked back his laughter as Narcissa laughed joyfully beside him.

“Millie’s not a girl!” Draco said firmly and stubbornly. “He’s bigger than me and Blaise! Even Theo! He looks like Marcus. I thought they were boy cousins.”

“Marcus, the Flint Heir?” Narcissa asked as she calmed down, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief that her Husband had given her.

Draco nodded seriously. “Marcus is a big boy. He’s five years older than I am. He’s going to Hogwarts next year.”

“I am proud of you to know that you have taken in this information and kept it for future reference Draco.”

“Refrance?” Draco questioned, cocking his head again and stumbling over the unfamiliar word.

“Reference, in this context it means for future use sweetheart.” Narcissa informed him.

“Oh.” Draco grinned happily and puffed up in pride as he was praised by his Father.

“You will do the name of Malfoy proud one day Draco.”

Lucius stood up and looked at his time piece.

“I’m going to be late if I don’t go now.”

“Malfoys are never late!” Draco chirped from his Father’s arm.

“No, Malfoys are never late, so why don’t you keep your appointment with Blaise before you become the first Malfoy in a century to be late to a prescheduled meeting.” Lucius chided, tapping Draco’s bottom before setting him on the floor.

Draco nodded seriously. “I’ll keep my appointment because I am a Malfoy.”

“That’s my son.” Lucius said in pride as he gave Narcissa a hug and a peck on the cheek before leaning down and giving Draco a kiss. “I shall see you for your bedtime story.”

“We’ll be reading my new book Daddy! The one about the Hippogriff and the baby dragon!”

“I look forward to it Draco, behave yourself at the Zabini’s.”

“A Malfoy never misbehaves in the presence of a non-family member!”

“You make sure you remember that at the Zabini’s.”

Lucius flooed to the Ministry leaving his son in the capable hands of his Wife, who quickly held onto Draco and flooed to Marianna’s home in France to keep the play date they had scheduled for their sons.

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Draco held Blaise’s hand as they wandered over the uneven ground. Blaise was bigger than he was and older, Blaise was already six and the bigger boy always caught him before he could hit the ground and get muddy or hurt.

“Where are we going?” Draco asked.

Blaise pointed to a short stone wall in the middle of the grass.

“Ma mère had a pond built.” Blaise answered slowly and in a very heavy French accent.

Draco often had trouble understanding Blaise and Blaise sometimes didn’t understand what he was saying if he used a word that the other boy didn’t understand, but they managed and Draco was learning more French, what his parents had wanted when they started making the play dates, and Blaise was learning better English, what his Mother had wanted when they had started these play dates.

Blaise caught Draco once again as the little blonde slipped and held him around the chest so he wouldn’t get dirty. He led Draco over to the pond that was covered with a large net to stop them from falling in, though he knew his Mum had also layered it with protective spells to keep him safe when he played in the garden.

Draco gasped as he saw the brightly coloured fishes in the pond; he climbed onto the short wall so he could dip his hand into the water and touch them. Blaise clambered up and joined him and they giggled as they both tried to catch the fish through the holes in the net.

Mrs Zabini came out to collect them to give them lunch and put them down for a nap afterwards. Draco snuggled into Blaise and didn’t know that at that moment he was having his photo taken.

Draco woke up with a stretch and gave out a little yawn. He looked around and realised that he was in his own home, on the living room rug. He let out a happy yip and turned onto his stomach, looking around for his Mum.

She was reading a grown-up book on the settee. She looked at him with soft eyes and Draco grinned back at her, rubbing the gritty bits from his eyes that his Mother said the sandman left behind after putting him to sleep.

He clambered onto the settee and rested against his Mother until he felt awake enough to start playing. He wiggled onto the floor, never noticing his Mother’s hand hovering behind him.

“Dobby!” He called out.

The house elf popped into the room and started squeaking and bowing, breaking the peaceful silence that had engulfed the room with high pitched squeals.

“Be quiet!” He snapped. “I want my train set, go and get it.”

The elf nodded and bowed again, leaving the room and coming back quickly with a wooden box of wooden click-in tracks and hand crafted, hand painted trains.

“Is there anything else young Master wishes of Dobby?”

“No, go away.” Draco answered, already shoulder deep in the wooden crate searching for his favourite train. A green one with silver snakes on it that his Grandfather had given to him on his third birthday.

Draco set up his tracks in a large, wide pattern, proudly putting in tunnels and bridges, using all of the space in the living room, even going under the coffee table.

“Mummy look!” He said happily as he finished his biggest track yet.

Narcissa peeked around her book and acted surprised, like she was only just seeing Draco’s creation and hadn’t been checking on him every ten minutes.

“Oh how wonderful Draco darling, perhaps you should become an architect.”

“Arkitet?”

“Architect Draco, a very skilled person who draws out the plans to make buildings.”

Draco grinned and clicked his trains together and began crawling around the floor, pushing his trains around the track he had built.

He ate his dinner with the minimal of fuss, even his cauliflower, even though he didn’t like it very much, because Malfoys were expected to eat everything on their plates. He let his Mother bathe him, only complaining a little bit when shampoo dribbled in his eye because he actually really liked baths, though Theo didn’t. Theo hated baths and often had his hand slapped by his Father. Draco didn’t want to have his hand slapped by his Father; his Daddy’s hands were so much bigger than his.

He was snuggled up in bed in his pyjamas and had his story book ready and waiting for six o’clock when his Daddy would come and read to him. His Daddy would always be there at six o’clock because he promised, and not only did Malfoys always keep their promise, but they were never late for prescheduled meetings and this meeting had been scheduled four years ago when Lucius Malfoy had first picked up a book to read his wide awake baby son to sleep.

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A/N: I love this one. I’m not sure if it’s the glimpse into Lucius Malfoy before he was ruined by Voldemort or if it was Draco and Blaise being children, but I loved writing it and I love reading it. I think a baby Harry is in order next.

I’m not sure when chapter thirty-nine will be out because the family is going through a bit at the moment. My Auntie Ron is very unwell and is on oxygen for fifteen hours a day, the doctors don’t think she has much time left, but I’ll try and get it out as soon as possible.

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