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Title: Silence of the Plums
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: LuciusxNarcissa
Prompt: 016. Purple
Rating: G
Word count: 334
Author's notes: It's crazy how I can relate my obsession with fruit to my love of Malfoys... but can't I relate anything back to Lucissa? heh.


A bustling crowd was gathered in the small, partially covered piazza. Dozens of tables created a maze of a pathway and large plants climbed their way over the heads of the passerby. The smell of flora and fruits poisoned the air with their tantalizing aroma and the cool air blew in from the nearby sea. The clear sky of southern France smiled down upon the growers’ market, kissing it with the good fortune of weather and sun.

Narcissa grasped her husband’s hand tightly with her left and held her small son in her other arm. The three-year-old Draco was complaining loudly, which in turn triggered his father to hiss, “Draco! That’s enough.”

“He’s hungry, Lucius,” Narcissa said softly and without anger. Lucius shrugged minutely and replied, “Yeah? Well, he doesn’t need to behave in such a manner.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes, “I’m sure you were the model of decorum at three, my dear, but I know for a fact I wasn’t.” She addressed her writhing son, “Draco, would you like a plum?”

Draco struggled in his mother’s grip, insisting loudly that he wanted down and to walk by himself. “Give him here,” Lucius said firmly to Narcissa. He took Draco and looked him straight in the face, “You don’t ever talk to your mother like that. Understood?”

Draco’s silver eyes filled with tears at his father’s harsh tone. Narcissa took this as her cue to slip to the nearest fruit vendor and pick up what she had promised. The tiny old woman behind the table shakily handed the stately woman a basket of deep purple plums. Narcissa bowed her head in gratitude and returned to where her husband stood with their son. Draco was sulking like the spoiled prince he was and Lucius wore a similar expression of annoyance. Narcissa smiled softly and handed the small boy a plum. He took it from his mother and remained in silence for a few minutes until the prospect of giant Venus flytraps arose to his interest.