The Malfoy Chronicles

Abraxas is about to show everyone just how loved he is....

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He took his place at the head of the table, something he had been denied for nine years. Narcissa sat to the left of him, and Draco to the right. Little Draca scuttled onto a chair beside her grandmother, and Abraxas beside his sister. He only loved to sit beside her to taunt her through meals.



The elves began to bring out their meal, and Lucius anticipated it like a child at Christmas. There was roast beef with gravy, mashed potatoes, fresh garden salad and a variety of vegetables that looked promising. Narcissa prepared Lucius a plate first, and then got the children their food so they didn’t strew it across the table. Draco retrieved his own food since his wife was absent.



The first bit of the meal went smashingly, and Lucius enjoyed it very much. To catch up on what he had been missing in the world and his home, he conversed lightly with his wife and son, leaving the children to their own design. Draca liked to eat quietly, but that was a rarity when Abraxas was sitting next to her. He dumped his unwanted vegetables in her plate. She grunted softly, and returned the intruders to their own plate, accidentally dumping her own vegetables in his plate. He tried to deposit them all back, only succeeding in making his younger sister upset. She angrily tipped her plate back on top of his. But as she tipped the evil vegetables back onto her brother’s plate, her fingers slipped, and her plate landed upside-down in his lap. Abraxas jumped to his feet with a cry of disgust, dumping the food from his lap to the floor.



“You clumsy oaf!” he cried angrily. At this Draco was on his feet and halfway around the table before either of them could register his move. He yanked Draca up out of her chair by her arm, causing her to cry out. He deposited her roughly on the floor.



“He tried to put his food in my plate!” Draca cried in self-defense. Lucius watched his son quietly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Narcissa stiffen slightly.



Draco still had his daughter’s arm, and he shook her roughly. “Why must you always make messes!” he said angrily. “Look at what you’ve done this time!” he said, and pointed to the mess on the floor.



“It wasn’t my fault! He was-“ but she was cut short by a cry of indignation from Abraxas.



“Liar!” he cried. “You were trying to put all your vegetables in my plate so you wouldn’t have to eat them. And when I tried to put them back you got angry and dumped your food in my lap!” he cried.



Draco looked from his son to his daughter. But Narcissa knew before he spoke whose side he had already chosen. His eyes fixed back on his daughter, and a scowl formed on his face. “Mischievous sprite!” he said angrily, and began to drag her from the room, eliciting cries of terror from the girl.



Lucius was quiet during the scene, but glanced over to Narcissa once Draco disappeared with Draca. Narcissa had a look on her face that was a cross between wanting to kill and wanting to cry, and her gaze was fixed on Abraxas.



“Why do you do that?!” she asked him angrily. Abraxas turned and looked at her, a smug look on his face.



“Do what?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.



“Why do you insist on getting her in trouble? All right! We get it! You’re his favorite! Why can’t you just let the girl alone? She never starts it and you know it..!” she cried, on the verge of tears.

Abraxas looked like he was enjoying the effect on his grandmother. “She should learn to defend herself, then.” He said.



“If she ignores you she gets walloped by you, and if she tries to defend herself she gets walloped by her father. She can’t win and you know it!” she said. Lucius was regarding the argument between the two in silence. He thought it better not to interfere with things he knew nothing about. But from what he was seeing and hearing, though, this little boy was going to tap dance over what little sanity he had left.



But Abraxas had one more comment. “I know. That’s what makes it so fun.” He said, and walked out of the room, whistling merrily to himself.



Narcissa put her face in her hands.



“’Cissa?” Lucius said softly, putting his hand on her shoulder.



“Oh, Lu!” she cried, and burst into tears. “The poor girl doesn’t stand a chance. That little…demon is always out to get her!” she sobbed. “Do you know what he did last week? I’ll tell you. He took one of her prized porcelain dolls that I got her for Christmas and he smashed its head against the floor because she refused to let him set fire to an ant hill.” She said in exasperation. “And do you know what he told his father? He reversed it and said he stopped Draca from setting the ant hill ablaze and she got angry and smashed her doll’s face.” Narcissa said, beginning to shake with anger. “And you know what Draco did? He caned her. He. Caned. HER! Then he made her clean up her beloved little doll with just her hands. And when she asked if he could fix it for her, he laughed. He LAUGHED, Lucius, and then he walked away, leaving her with the pieces. She cried for three days straight.” She finished her story, wiping tears from her own eyes. Lucius looked taken aback.



“She must have it terrible...” he said. Narcissa nodded. “Isn’t there anything you can do? Haven’t you tried to defend her?” he asked, curious about her silence at the table.



“I have before, but Draco….doesn’t listen.” Narcissa said quickly, opting not to tell her husband about the time Draco had actually struck HER for interfering. “It’s just so disheartening.” She said, wiping her eyes again.

Lucius stood from his place at the table. “You know what I think? I think you need to come here.” He said, and wrapped his arms around his wife. She sighed softly.



“I just wish he would ease up the reigns a little on her. Even her mother sides with Abraxas. I’m her only companion. She comes to my room every night and asks me to brush her hair. She is such a sweet little child when anyone will take the time to know her, and not what Abraxas paints her up as.” She said, and nuzzled her head into his chest. Lucius stood still for a moment, reveling in the feeling of having his little ‘Cissa cuddling up to him again.



“’Cissa, I know that this is a totally inappropriate time to ask this, but can I come to your room and have you brush my hair?” he said, trying to lift her spirits. It worked.



She swatted his arm playfully. “No. You’re insensitive to other people’s feelings.” She said, and gave him a mock pout.



He grinned. “Insensitive? To other people’s feelings? Now what in the name of Merlin would give you that idea?” he asked softly. She smiled. Lucius gazed into her face, studying her after his long absence. He looked into her creamy gold eyes. He loved her eyes. They were warm while his were cool. Then he looked at her nose. Beautifully shaped, it pointed up ever so slightly at the end. And he loved it. But the thing he loved most of all about his wife’s face was her lips. They had just the right curve, and had a natural pout to them that Lucius just wanted to eat her face off. But there was something even more special that she could do with her lips. Her whole mouth actually…



“Have you been inside my bedroom at all in my absence?” he asked softly. When she shook her head, he grinned. “Then I think it’s about time you got reacquainted.” He said softly, and whisked her up into his arms and disapperated them off to his room.

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