Ficathon Part 6: "I'd Do Anything" (Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape)
Title: I'd Do Anything
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Rolling Around on the Floor
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.html
Narcissa Malfoy looked down at her boys, who were rolling around on the floor. The hair of one was platinum, one was black, one was bald. Perhaps not completely bald. There were some wisps of hair starting to grow on Draco's head, but they were so pale that they disappeared against the baby boy's scalp. She couldn't wait until he had blond curls through which she could card her hands. She loved touching all of her boys. She treasured the damp, chubby closeness of her child. She adored the hot, firm grasp of her husband. And she was amused by the delicate shivers that ran through Severus whenever she condescended to receive or bestow a kiss on the cheek or hand. She wasn't sure if it was desire or disgust that made the young man shiver under her delicate touch. It suited her not to know.
What she did know was that all of her boys belonged together. They were never happier than when they were tumbling on top of one another, cavorting like puppies. She smiled tolerantly as Severus made exceptionally silly faces at Draco, whom Lucius had propped up in his lap. To call Severus Draco's godfather gave only a hint of the magical contract that existed between the Malfoys and this man. Narcissa knew that Severus would die, slowly and horribly, before he did anything to harm a hair on Draco's head. And the fact that the man was infatuated with, indeed basically possessed by her husband had nothing to do with it. Narcissa was born a Black, after all. She knew all about unbreakable vows. As did the Malfoys. And the Snapes.
Narcissa tolerant smile grew indulgent. But she did not join in their laughter until Draco's giggles rose like silver bubbles in a potion. Lucius held up a hand to her. She shook her head, silently protesting that her dignity could certainly not... Until it did. And she joined her boys. And then they were all rolling around on the floor.
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Rolling Around on the Floor
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.html
Narcissa Malfoy looked down at her boys, who were rolling around on the floor. The hair of one was platinum, one was black, one was bald. Perhaps not completely bald. There were some wisps of hair starting to grow on Draco's head, but they were so pale that they disappeared against the baby boy's scalp. She couldn't wait until he had blond curls through which she could card her hands. She loved touching all of her boys. She treasured the damp, chubby closeness of her child. She adored the hot, firm grasp of her husband. And she was amused by the delicate shivers that ran through Severus whenever she condescended to receive or bestow a kiss on the cheek or hand. She wasn't sure if it was desire or disgust that made the young man shiver under her delicate touch. It suited her not to know.
What she did know was that all of her boys belonged together. They were never happier than when they were tumbling on top of one another, cavorting like puppies. She smiled tolerantly as Severus made exceptionally silly faces at Draco, whom Lucius had propped up in his lap. To call Severus Draco's godfather gave only a hint of the magical contract that existed between the Malfoys and this man. Narcissa knew that Severus would die, slowly and horribly, before he did anything to harm a hair on Draco's head. And the fact that the man was infatuated with, indeed basically possessed by her husband had nothing to do with it. Narcissa was born a Black, after all. She knew all about unbreakable vows. As did the Malfoys. And the Snapes.
Narcissa tolerant smile grew indulgent. But she did not join in their laughter until Draco's giggles rose like silver bubbles in a potion. Lucius held up a hand to her. She shook her head, silently protesting that her dignity could certainly not... Until it did. And she joined her boys. And then they were all rolling around on the floor.