Lucius was having a good Christmas, even if his mother kept telling his fiance to fuck him. It wasn't so bad. At least Narcissa wasn't actually trying to get in his trousers. He took a sip of his coffee, arm wrapped around Evan as he picked at the breakfast the elves had served them, and rolled his eyes at Narcissa. "Everything is fine," he said. "She doesn't suspect anything. It helps that you're not a virgin anymore."
Narcissa rolled her eyes at Lucius, taking a sip of her tea and leaning against the foot of the bed. "I don't think you understand exactly how concerned your mother is," she said. "I mean, you spend your time doting on peacocks and whispering with Evan. Who is obviously gay."
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