Lucius and Narcissa walk accross the street to the old Black family house where Narcissa grew up - number twelve Grimmauld Place, which currently is owned by the bane of Lucius's existence.

Though being in a drunkened state, Lucius had accidently splinched his wife. Her nose was not where is should have been and her ear was left back at the house. After a few colourful words were thrown at Lucius, Narcissa had effectively fixed her nose and retrieved her ear.

Lucius knocks on the front door as Narcissa stands beside him, fiddling with a lock of her blonde hair. A few moments pass before the door opens and they're greeted with the sight of a shirtless, damp Harry Potter towling his sopping wet hair. Silence passes between them, Potter is surprised to see the elder Malfoys, but he hides it well. Before Lucius can speak, Narcissa kindly asks, "May we come in, Mr. Potter?" and Lucius has to bite his tongue.

Potter, no longer towling his hair, wrinkles his nose doubtfully, in what Lucius notes, looks awfully similar to a sneer. "I don't think that's a good idea." Potter states simply, rubbing his temple with his free hand.

"Why not?!" Lucius says in what almost sounds like a barely concealed snarl.

Potter sighs and just before he speaks to them further, Draco calls from the other room, "Who's at the door, Harry?"

"Your parents." Potter replies.

Lucius hears Draco swear in frustration. "Let them in," he says.

Potter shrugs and steps aside to allow entry into his home. Narcissa thanks Potter and seems genuinely pleased with him.

Lucius wants to vomit.

Potter shuts the door behind them. "Excuse me. I just took a shower and wasn't expecting company." Potter says a bit irritably before he leaves the room to presumably go put on some clothes. Draco has gone back into the kitchen, leaving Lucius and Narcissa in the middle of Potter's livingroom.

"Behave yourself!" Narcissa then hisses once they're alone.

Lucius sniffs in indignation.

Potter returns, dressed in dark blue jeans and a reddish brown t-shirt. His hair appears to have been magically dried. "So, what is it you want?" Potter asks in a very civil tone.

"Can we speak with Draco?" Narcissa asks.

Potter eyes them both a bit suspiciously, but agrees. "He's in the kitchen. Follow me."

They all walk down a short, bare hallway and into the kitchen. Lucius's senses are assaulted with the fragrant aroma of delicious smelling food. Draco's standing at the stove wearing black jeans and a deep grey t-shirt.

Muggle clothes.

He's stirring a pot of Lucius assumes is chili. Draco doesn't bother to look in their direction, instead checking on whatever is in the oven.

"Draco." Potter says.

After turning the stove off and wiping his hands on a small dishclothe, Draco finally turns to them all.

Tension rings high in the air and awkwardness sets in as everyone waits for someone else to speak first. Lucius, ever the bold one, is the one who breaks the lull of quiet.

"What are you doing?!" he says to Draco with mild disgust in his voice.

Draco quirks a brow in inquiry. "I'm standing here, Father," he says in a very smart-ass tone.

"No!" Lucius exclaims in frustration, "What are you doing cooking."

Draco sneers and crosses his arms defensively, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Since when do you cook?" Lucius asks harshly.

Draco blinks, unimpressed. "If you came here only to be a pompous arse, I will thank you to leave. May I remind you that you are in someone else's home. Here, you are not in control of me or anything." Draco snaps and turns to check on the oven once more before shutting it off and removing it's contents to cool on the top of the stove.

Narcissa sharply and surreptitiously elbows Lucius roughly in the ribs. Lucius flinches in pain. "Draco. What your father is trying to say is that he's surprised to see you cooking and doing it so well." Narcissa says politely.

Lucius glares at her, but she gives a warning glare right back at him and he knows to keep his mouth shut.

"What do you want?" Draco asks his family.

"We want you to talk to you." Narcissa pleads.

"In private." Lucius adds, glaring pointedly at Potter.

Potter glares back and straightens and Lucius would mockingly equate that with a peacock trying to fluff itself up to appear more threatening. Though the tiny voice in the back of his head quietly reminds him that Potter did destroy the Dark Lord.

He quickly tells it to shut the hell up.

Draco raises his chin and slowly steps closer to Potter. "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of Harry." Draco says firmly. Potter takes Draco's hand in his own in what is meant to be a gesture of comfort and support. A united front.

Lucius thinks he threw up a little in his mouth.

But as a composed Malfoy would, Lucius refrains froms saying anything terrible. Instead, Lucius lets Narcissa speak for him, because he doesn't think he can.

"Draco, we're very sorry, especially your father." Lucius scowls, "We just want you to come home." His faithful wife says.

"Yes." Lucius croaks. "Potter, you wouldn't happen to have and alcohol, would you?"

Potter seems caught off-guard by this question. "I have a bottle of cognac," he answers a little bewildered.

"Excellent. May I have it?" Lucius says.

"Um... Yeah, I guess so." Potter says and goes to retrieve the bottle from the shelf next to the refridgerator.

Lucius takes the bottle from Potter and immediatly tears the seal. He has feeling this is going to be a long night and he's going to need to kill a few brain cells in order to cope.

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Okay. Sorry I'm slow. Thank you reviewers! torajune28 was the 10th reviewer, oddly enough.

I need atleast 5 reviews this time. I'm struggling to write. Time wise and plot wise. Not beta'd or spell checked. All mistakes are mine.