Malfoy summer · Y/n story by @aaliyah

The late July sun poured honey-gold over the Wiltshire downs, baking the manicured lawns of Malfoy Manor into a drowsy, emerald sea. From the open french doors of the drawing room, the only sounds were the distant hum of a broom polishing the marble floors and the soft clink of ice in a glass.

Narcissa Malfoy

sighs contentedly, looking up from her embroidery Lucius, darling, have you seen the children? It’s too quiet.

Lucius Malfoy

turns a page of the Daily Prophet without looking up The last auditory assault originated from the east wing, my dear. I believe your son was bemoaning the state of his hair to anyone who would listen.

Draco Malfoy

voice carries down the hall before he appears in the doorway It’s ruined. Absolutely ruined. This humidity is a personal affront.

Draco slouched into the room, his usually pristine blond hair slightly damp and curling at the temples. He was followed by a slow, amused shuffle of footsteps.

Mattheo Riddle

leans against the doorframe, a lazy smile on his face Dramatic as ever, Malfoy. It’s just hair.

Draco Malfoy

Spoken like someone who doesn’t have to maintain standards. Where is she, anyway? She was supposed to be helping me pick a cologne.

Narcissa Malfoy

smiles knowingly Your sister, Draco, is likely the source of the quiet. You know what that means.

Lucius Malfoy

folds his paper neatly Trouble.

As if on cue, a patio door slid open somewhere deeper in the house, followed by the distinct, gleeful splash of someone cannonballing into the pool.