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the talk

notes : - awkward puberty talk lmao
               - cognac is alcohol

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1993

"'Cissa, I am not mentally inclined for this."

"Yes, you are," she admonished, brushing the wisps of Lucius' hair in front of the vanity. "Lord knows our son needs this, don't cower away, now. This is your duty as his father."

"I am very well aware of that- but why should I be the one doing this? Aren't you more comprehensive in this field?" He groused, planting his face in his palms.

"Because, my dear husband, you are his father. I'm certain he'll feel perturbed having his mother discuss how he woke up one night with his trousers wet?"

Lucius grumped, "And screaming like a madman, might I add."

"Precisely, so you ought to go down to the battlefield," she simpered, procuring a glare from Lucius. "And get this over with."

Voice awfully strangled, he said, "Good God, I can't do this whilst sober."

-

"Dobby," Lucius called, sitting uneasily in his seat. "Summon Draco over immediately."

With a low bow and a muffled, Yes, Master Lucius; he gave it a second until he heard a faint crack of Apparition from the antechamber, reveling Draco adorned in his dark robes and hair tousled in result of the Apparition.

The boy traipsed his way towards the velvet settee of the parlour and onto Lucius that was still sat in his armchair, "You called for me, father?"

Draco's voice considerably dropped an octave, dissimilar to his pitchy one from just the past year. Narcissa was right; he was growing rapidly.

"I believe I did. Sit, Draco." He gestured.

He sat in the settee, fronting his father's way as he nervously fidgeted with a loose thread of his robe.

"Have you any idea of why I called you over?"

Draco shook his head, "No, father. Did I get into any trouble?"

"I believe so." At that, Draco's eyes widened by a slight, fearing of whatever mistake he made that didn't procure him. Lucius though, continued, "Puberty is indeed, one vast trouble."

Oh.

His son seemed thoroughly awkward, squirming and fingers furiously fidgeting. He isn't the only one that's unsettled by this whole matter; Lucius himself felt the greatest need to gulp down a whole bottle of Cognac than ever.

Man up, Malfoy, Lucius chided himself mutely.

"You see, Draco; as you mature and stepping into adulthood, it's a brand new world." He harrumphed, clenching his fists. "You...will gradually find the opposite sex attractive."

At this point being, Draco was outright shutting his eyes and taking deep breaths. In no way is the Lucius Malfoy giving him the sex talk.

"And, er, as of the events of last night, when you found your trousers wet-"

Draco visibly reddened at this, mouth gaping and eyes horrified, in account of not believing that his own father is initiating this discussion with him, rather than berating him for soaking the expensive satin bed sheets.