Poetry in Motion

I’m in a fluffy mood today… I think I might be going down with something. A continuation from Poetry in Motion, but not in verse. I had to have a happily ever after in here!



One Year Later.









Lucius Malfoy was thrust from a blissful dream into harsh wakefulness as someone unceremoniously poked their finger up his nose.



“Julian, no, don’t pick noses!” Said a sweet, yet firm voice.



“That wasn’t the way I expected to be woken up on our Anniversary, love.” He said, sitting up and kissing his wife, sneezing for a few moments.



“It wasn’t what I had in mind either, but children are full of surprises.” She laughed, running her hand through her recently styled curls and smiling as their son decided to crawl over to Lucius and try to pull off the gold chain he wore around his neck.



“Are you sure he’s not part magpie, Hermione?” he asked, gently removing the ancient Roman pendant depicting Apollo and his flaming chariot from chubby fingers and sitting up further so he was completely out of reach.



“He has got a penchant for shiny things, hasn’t he?” she grinned as the little boy attempted to stand on the soft duvet to reach the pendant. He wobbled a little before landing on his padded bottom with a soft thump.



“Meh. Blooobp. Mmrrrr.” He babbled, crawling over to his Father.



“I wish I knew what you were saying in your own little language, son – as do my business partners after you crawled up to the people at the meeting, minus your clothes and nappy, and started talking to them too.” Lucius grinned.



“He also has a penchant for being naked too – though I think he gets that from his Daddy… you were supposed to be watching him – not using him to distract those men from that deal they wanted to sign, you Slytherin!” Hermione laughed, leaning back against the headboard and handing the infant his toy dragon. Seeing as it was a magical toy, the dragon walked around making little noises, Julian following as best he could after crawling over his parent’s legs.



“What’s wrong with being like nature intended?!” Lucius complained, picking up ‘Dagooh’ (a constant ‘word’ the little one used for the toy) and moving it closer so Julian didn’t crawl off the high bed.



“Are you referring to being a Slytherin or being naked?” Hermione asked, a little confused.



“Naked.”



“It frightened our guests!” she laughed, remembering when Harry and Ginny had visited and stayed the night. The pair had got lost trying to get to the main dining room for breakfast; and walked into Lucius’s private study, to find him as bare as the day he was born, sat on the sofa reading the business pages.



“The door read: ‘Private Study, knock before entering’. If they’d have knocked I’d have transfigured the throw into a robe!”



“They did knock!” she said, shaking her head.



“I didn’t hear it.” He said, sticking his aristocratic nose in the air, “What did the lovely Mrs. Potter whisper to you afterwards, anyway?”



“She said: ‘That’s certainly big enough to fill a crib.’” Hermione chuckled at Lucius’s smug face. After his virility had been in question after (the late) Narcissa and he had only conceived Draco in a two-decade marriage; for Julian to be born six weeks after their first anniversary was a huge ego boost – if boosting his ego could be considered possible.



“And it did!” Lucius beamed, wriggling out from under the covers (naked) and crawling after his son to stop him chewing the tassels on the curtains surrounding the huge, four-poster Malfoy Marriage bed. “Don’t eat those, little one, they aren’t the most nutritious breakfast.”



“Geeewph. Na nnnn nal. Breeep.” Julian giggled, crawling back to his Mother, his Father chasing slowly.



“Breakfast, monster.” She said, lifting him gently and opening her nightshirt to allow him access to her breast, handing him the dragon for comfort.



“I’d never think I’d see something so beautiful, Cissa wouldn’t feed Draco herself – saying it was ghastly…” Lucius whispered, sitting close and stroking the tufts of platinum hair covering the boy’s head.



“No, not remotely ghastly.” Hermione said in hushed tones, leaning into a gentle kiss from her husband.



With a full tummy, Julian was quite happy and a little sleepy, he yawned, revealing little white teeth peaking up from pink gums.



“It’s Saturday, there’s no reason why we can’t stay in bed longer.” Lucius said, waving his wand to change his son’s nappy (he was very proud of inventing that spell, and owning its patent); before laying him down between them both.



“Why not, its half-six anyway, he’s up early.” Hermione said, snuggling under the covers as the infant slowly fell asleep beneath a light blanket Lucius had summoned.



“Hmmm.” Lucius replied, already half way to the land of nod.



“Vrrrm, koop, maaprf.” Julian gurgled, yawning again with a little squeak.



“Shhh, my son, shhh. Sleep for now, there will be lots of people to talk to this evening at the party; you can tell your big brother how you like your dragon.” Lucius said, his eyes closed.



“Dagooh. Frrrl hrrfmp.”



“Shhh. Sleepy time.” Hermione said, stroking two blonde heads at once.



Lucius turned over to face his new family, gently kissing the little boy’s forehead.



“Da.”



Lucius blinked, waking Hermione with a gentle shake. Julian placed two chubby hands on his Father’s face, smiling a toothy grin.



“Da. Da Da.” He said, patting Lucius’s cheek.



“He said Da Da.” Lucius whispered, astonished.



Hermione leaned over their child to wipe the few tears that fell from the gray eyes as the baby-blue ones closed in slumber.