A Very Non-Malfoy Christmas Title: A Very Non-Malfoy Christmas (1/1) Author:blue_siofra Rating: PG-13 Characters: Lucius, Narcissa, Death Eaters, Voldemort Summary: Not a Christmas Lucius wants to remember.
‘Qu'est-ce que ca peut bien faire?!’ Lucius thought as he strode around Malfoy Manor. There were wet footprints leading from the back door all over the place.
Following one set of prints, he came across a standard issue Death Eater robe, “Oh no…” he muttered as he realized what was going on, “Not this year.” ‘Just what I need. To host My Lord’s birthday extravaganza.’
Miffed that he had to now host all of his Death Eater colleagues for an entire week, Lucius headed to his parlor, where Narcissa and Draco were sitting on the couch, gracefully eying up the figures in black robes milling about the room.
“My Lord. What a pleasant surprise to have you grace our home today.” Lucius bowed to Voldemort.
“Lucius. As you are aware, it is my birthday next week.”
“Because of your loyalty to our cause, you are hosting the party this year.”
“I am honored, My Lord.”
A few hours later, Lucius was trying not to see the image in front of him. Someone had conjured up a pole and stage and there was the Dark Lord, laughing and enjoying the attention from his dance with the pole. Crouch was laughing - too loudly - in a chair, stuffing what appeared to be a mask full of galleons. Narcissa was standing in a corner, moving all the valuables out of reach and into another room. Lestrange and a few others were singing a rowdy chorus of “God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs”, to which it appeared Lord Voldemort was dancing to. And he couldn’t even fathom where Draco had gotten to.
Snape walked by, at least, it appeared to be Snape, but Lucius had never seen the man’s hair so…soft. Or shiny or bouncy. Merlin’s balls, did he wash?
There was a loud crash and he heard Narcissa gasp. Turning towards the source, he saw that The Dark Lord had fallen off the stage and right into the bowl of punch, sending punch flying everywhere. Both he and Cissy rushed to his side.
“Are you alright, My Lord?” he asked, offering his hand. Cissy bent over and up righted the bowl and started cleaning up the punch before it could stain the rug. The Dark Lord just laughed as he got up.
“Petrificus Totalus!” Voldemort aimed the spell at the pole. Puzzled, Lucius looked a bit closer and realized it wasn’t a pole, but Niagini.
“Qu'est-ce que ca peut bien faire?!” Lucius muttered. This was getting out of hand, but he couldn’t possibly tell his Lord to tone it down. A week in Azkaban would be a picnic if he told the Dark Lord to bugger off.
Instead, Lucius put on a gracious face and took a spot near the fireplace where he watched the festivities happen throughout the rest of the night, before heading up to bed with Narcissa.