A/N: Narcissa and Lucius belong to JK Rowling, and definately not me.

The Walking Coat - 1982

"No Narcissa, no. I refuse to put the heir to the Malfoy fortune on a leash."

"It's not a leash! It's called a walking coat. It's a completely different thing."

"It is not! It's a leash! It's a leash and harness disguised as a coat."

"It is not, Lucius. And you don't have a say in the matter anyway! You aren't the one that has to take him all over Diagon Alley. I don't want to lose him again!"

"You what?!"

Oops. Narcissa had forgotten that she hadn't told her husband about the temporary lapse in parental supervision.

"I was busy! And he just slipped away."

Lucius rolled his eyes at his wife. The coat that they were arguing about was truly the most hideous contraption he'd ever laid eyes on, and he wasn't going to have his son in it.

He could just see Narcissa strolling down the main street of Diagon Alley, Draco running in front of her, in that little coat. It wasn't a comforting thought. And he wasn't going to let her buy it.

"Ciss, come on. We have lots more shopping to do, and I'm not going to argue about this anymore. You're not buying it for him."

"Fine. Then you're not getting sex."

Narcissa stomped out of the shop, leaving Lucius with a sleeping Draco in his arms. Lucius looked at the coat, then at his wife's retreating form, then back at the coat.

Less than a minute later, Lucius exited the shop. Draco was over his right shoulder, and in his left was a bag which contained the coat. Some sacrifices just had to be made.