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The temperature had dropped noticeably overnight, and Narcissa stood at the drawing room's large window, watching the grey clouds gather over the Wiltshire countryside. Behind her, she could hear Lucius speaking softly to their son, explaining how the manor's gardens would soon transform under winter's touch. The gardens were bare of any creatures that usually roamed the grounds, and the large trees were devoid of their leaves, left naked to the cold air.
Narcissa turned over, resting her back against the window, looking at the scene in front of her. Lucius was sitting on the floor, their son babbling happily in his small, light green pyjamas, clapping his tiny hands as Lucius talked, using his wand to create whimsical sparkles and small snowflakes, a rare, soft smile on his typically serious face. She could not hold the smile on her pale face as she silently watched her husband caring for their baby, his unoccupied hand carefully curled around Draco's small back, holding him safely.
The drawing room was pleasantly warm, heated by the enchanted fireplace, the hearth crackling with sparks that filled the room with a pleasant campfire scent. Sensing being watched, Lucius lifted his watchful eyes to Narcissa, a curious look on his face.
"You are watching me", his voice sounded amused. His eyes quickly moved toward Draco, as he started squealing with joy, attempting to catch his father's wand. With a chuckle, Lucius lifted the wand out of the baby's grabby hands. "You are too young to use this, Draco." He put his wand in his ponytail, using both hands to lift his son into his arms, then stood, gently rocking the baby as he slowly moved toward his wife. Narcissa smiled when Draco reached for her, a small coo escaping the baby as he extended his tiny hands at her, a gummy smile on his face. She gracefully took her son in her arms before turning over, looking out the window, describing the scenery to Draco, a small smile forming when Lucius stood behind her, holding her around the waist and pressing his warm body against hers.
They stood in silence, the only sounds being Draco's soft coos and babbles and the crackling of the fireplace, enjoying the quiet moment and admiring the gardens, when a loud 'pop' startled Draco, and he whined, opening his eyes wide and holding on to Narcissa's dress in fear.
"It is alright, Draco, this is the house elf", cooed Narcissa, gently rubbing her thumb on her son's round cheek to soothe him, while Lucius turned his head toward the elf, lifting a questioning eyebrow toward the creature.
"Dobby is here to relay a message, Sir. Master Abraxas calls Master Lucius to his study, Sir", the house elf expressed, bending down, his nose almost touching the ground.
"Very well. Inform my father that I shall meet him in a moment", and Lucius turned his eyes on his family, barely registering Dobby apparating away.
Narcissa moved away from the window, sitting on the settee, as Draco started to fuss, his face set in an upset frown, and he began to cry loudly. With a swift movement, Lucius sat next to her, helping his wife to unfasten her dress, uncovering one of her breasts, bringing Draco closer to her chest, and he immediately latched on to her nipple, starting to feed. Both Narcissa and Lucius silently admired their son, his tiny mouth, his big grey eyes, the soft blond curl on his head. Lucius gently let his hand rest on his son's back, atop Narcissa's, while she rested her head on his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her.
"I can not wait to see his face when it snows." Narcissa looked up at her husband, not moving her head from his shoulder, as Lucius looked down at her as best as he could, "It is undoubtedly going to be an experience for all of us. I will see that my parents take enough pictures of Draco in the snow."
Narcissa nodded as she moved Draco to rest against her shoulder, gently tapping his back, before he let a burp out. Lucius silently fastened her dress, carefully hiding her chest under the cloth, then gently kissed her.
"I will meet with my father, will you be alright by yourself, my love?"
Narcissa answered with a slight nod, kissing him back, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. She watched as Lucius walked out of the room, then looked down at her son, whose eyelids seemed to grow heavier with each breath he took. With a chuckle, she stood up and left the room, walking down the corridor, where Draco's nursery was, right next to her and Lucius's bedroom.
She walked into the room, carefully laid Draco down in his crib, keeping one hand on his tiny chest, and started singing a lullaby in a soft voice, watching her son fall asleep. She kept her hand on his chest, listening to his breathing, as her eyes turned to the large window facing the crib, watching the clouds getting heavier.
Yes, she couldn't wait to see Draco's reaction to his first snow.