1 one-shot: Lucius/Narcissa, Abraxas
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amorphousTitle: An heir
Words: 598
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa, Abraxas
Warnings: none.
Author's Notes: Small ficlet written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hpfic_contest. Reviews make me happy.
Summary: Abraxas wants an heir.
"I need an heir," Abraxas Malfoy announced. Lucius was sitting across the room from in on the sofa. He was seated in his favorite chair, looking quite serious. His dirty blond hair was slicked back. His cold grey eyes did not smile.
"I know," Lucius said. He was sick of this old discussion. His new wife, Narcissa and he had been trying to produce an heir, but to no avail.
"Lucius, son, who knows how long I'll be here on earth?" His attempt at seriousness with that statement was washed away when Lucius laughed.
"You're healthier than I am Father."
"You would be surprised," Abraxas said mysteriously. He leaned forward slightly and said in a tone just above a whisper, "you'd be very surprised."
Lucius was used to his father’s cryptic way of speaking and just shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, sir," he said agreeably. "We are trying." It was true also. Every night the newly wed couple tried to make a child, much to their delight.
"I'm sure you are," Abraxas answered smoothly. Though his voice held no clue, his eyes sparkled just a bit with what 'trying' would entail.
----
Narcissa looked over at Lucius behind her long, dark eyes lashes and smiled coyly. "How was the meeting with your father?"
"The same as always," he replied without enhancing his statement. "He wants an heir."
"I want an heir," Narcissa said, sliding over to him. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. "Shall we try?"
He didn't answer her, merely pulled her towards him to deepen the kiss.
----
"Hello, Abraxas!" Narcissa greeted her father-in-law.
"Hello, Narcissa." His voice was slightly cold. She knew it was due to the fact she had not yet produced the heir he so desired.
"We have news, Father," Lucius announced from his seat next to her on the sofa. Abraxas was in his normal chair across the room, at a safe distance.
"About an heir I do hope."
"As matter of fact, Father--"
"I'm three months pregnant!" Narcissa excitedly cut her husband off to announce.
"Finally," Abraxas muttered.
"In about six months, you'll be a grandfather."
"It would seem so."
Lucius watched the small exchanged closely. He did not want his wife to be mistreated by this father, even verbally; yet he did not want to interfere with their relationship that must grow.
Abraxas stood up. "I shall see you all later. Crabbe and I have a meeting." Lucius' eyebrows shot up. "Not your Crabbe. My Crabbe, Lucius."
----
"I'm so ugly!" Narcissa whined toward the mirror. Her stomach had swelled with her pregnancy. She felt big and awkward.
Lucius came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "No," he said, kissing her hair. "You're beautiful. Pregnant and beautiful."
Narcissa rested back against her husband and smiled contently. "It's almost time. I can feel it," she whispered.
Lucius rested his hand on her stomach and smiled. "I know." Giving her one last kiss, he pulled away. "I must go to work."
The day went by slowly, just minute feeding into the next. Just before dinner, Lucius went to the sitting room and saw Narcissa laying on the couch, clutching her belly. "What's wrong?"
"Lucius, it's time." She smiled through the pain of her contractions.
----
St. Mungo's was the best place to have a child. The new born baby ward was beautiful, peaceful, with its air riddled with cries.
Lucius looked down at "Boy–-Malfoy–-Draco" and smiled proudly. He was a beautiful baby.
"Finally, an heir," his own father’s voice said from behind him.
Words: 598
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa, Abraxas
Warnings: none.
Author's Notes: Small ficlet written for
hpfic_contest. Reviews make me happy.Summary: Abraxas wants an heir.
"I need an heir," Abraxas Malfoy announced. Lucius was sitting across the room from in on the sofa. He was seated in his favorite chair, looking quite serious. His dirty blond hair was slicked back. His cold grey eyes did not smile.
"I know," Lucius said. He was sick of this old discussion. His new wife, Narcissa and he had been trying to produce an heir, but to no avail.
"Lucius, son, who knows how long I'll be here on earth?" His attempt at seriousness with that statement was washed away when Lucius laughed.
"You're healthier than I am Father."
"You would be surprised," Abraxas said mysteriously. He leaned forward slightly and said in a tone just above a whisper, "you'd be very surprised."
Lucius was used to his father’s cryptic way of speaking and just shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, sir," he said agreeably. "We are trying." It was true also. Every night the newly wed couple tried to make a child, much to their delight.
"I'm sure you are," Abraxas answered smoothly. Though his voice held no clue, his eyes sparkled just a bit with what 'trying' would entail.
----
Narcissa looked over at Lucius behind her long, dark eyes lashes and smiled coyly. "How was the meeting with your father?"
"The same as always," he replied without enhancing his statement. "He wants an heir."
"I want an heir," Narcissa said, sliding over to him. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. "Shall we try?"
He didn't answer her, merely pulled her towards him to deepen the kiss.
----
"Hello, Abraxas!" Narcissa greeted her father-in-law.
"Hello, Narcissa." His voice was slightly cold. She knew it was due to the fact she had not yet produced the heir he so desired.
"We have news, Father," Lucius announced from his seat next to her on the sofa. Abraxas was in his normal chair across the room, at a safe distance.
"About an heir I do hope."
"As matter of fact, Father--"
"I'm three months pregnant!" Narcissa excitedly cut her husband off to announce.
"Finally," Abraxas muttered.
"In about six months, you'll be a grandfather."
"It would seem so."
Lucius watched the small exchanged closely. He did not want his wife to be mistreated by this father, even verbally; yet he did not want to interfere with their relationship that must grow.
Abraxas stood up. "I shall see you all later. Crabbe and I have a meeting." Lucius' eyebrows shot up. "Not your Crabbe. My Crabbe, Lucius."
----
"I'm so ugly!" Narcissa whined toward the mirror. Her stomach had swelled with her pregnancy. She felt big and awkward.
Lucius came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "No," he said, kissing her hair. "You're beautiful. Pregnant and beautiful."
Narcissa rested back against her husband and smiled contently. "It's almost time. I can feel it," she whispered.
Lucius rested his hand on her stomach and smiled. "I know." Giving her one last kiss, he pulled away. "I must go to work."
The day went by slowly, just minute feeding into the next. Just before dinner, Lucius went to the sitting room and saw Narcissa laying on the couch, clutching her belly. "What's wrong?"
"Lucius, it's time." She smiled through the pain of her contractions.
----
St. Mungo's was the best place to have a child. The new born baby ward was beautiful, peaceful, with its air riddled with cries.
Lucius looked down at "Boy–-Malfoy–-Draco" and smiled proudly. He was a beautiful baby.
"Finally, an heir," his own father’s voice said from behind him.
