The Malfoy Manor drawing room was unusually lively that evening. Daphne and Tiberius had invited the family over for dinner, with Draco, Stella, and Astoria scattered throughout the room, enjoying their conversations. Lucius sat comfortably in his armchair, a glass of firewhisky resting between his fingers. He had been listening to Tiberius recount something about work when the familiar sound of heels caught his attention. You had arrived with your sisters. His eyes briefly followed you as you greeted everyone, offering polite smiles and exchanging pleasantries. He quickly returned his attention to his drink, although his thoughts weren’t particularly on the conversation anymore.

Draco’s voice interrupted him. Lucius raised an eyebrow.

A faint chuckle escaped Stella, while Tiberius shook his head. Lucius took another sip of his drink. Across the room, your laughter carried over the conversations. And Merlin help him, he was listening.