The Firefly and Dragon Restaurant

Sated

Narcissa watched her son yawn as he sauntered into the breakfast room at the Manor. She held her tongue as she watched him trying to straighten his face and disguise the foolish grin on his face and pretend that he hadn't had very much sleep before he faced his father at the table.

She thought he might have aided his case if he'd actually changed out of the previous night's workwear.

She also couldn't wait to leave the table and go and write to Andromeda.

'A good night, then,' she said quietly.

'What?' he stuttered, looking at her in slight shock.

'...at the restaurant, with the press launch?' she asked innocently, stifling her smile.

'What, oh, yes... immensely successful, though I'm yet to see any write ups...' Draco sat down opposite her and a House-Elf appeared with a coffee. 'Thank you,' he muttered. He was slightly hungover as well as tired.

Lucius raised an imperious eyebrow as he watched his son over the top of his reading glasses before slowly folding the paper he was reading and placing it next to his side plate. 'You didn't come home last night,' Lucius stated.

'No.' Draco helped himself to a piece of toast and some bacon and mushrooms. He was hungry and although Harry had offered breakfast, he thought that perhaps he ought to get back. It was only so far that he could push things with his father. 'Are there any eggs?' he questioned to no one in particular.

The House-Elf reappeared. 'How is you liking your egg, Master Draco?' it asked.

Draco's brow furrowed. 'Sorry,' he said. 'I don't know your name, after all these years.'

'I is Rillie,' said the elf, looking rather pleased.

'Oh, thank you, Rillie. Poached would be ideal.'

The elf disappeared with a small pop!

Lucius looked at his son querulously.

'There's a lovely write-up by Pansy,' Narcissa said, quite pleasantly. 'In fact, nobody has a bad thing to say. They're all very taken with Mr Potter's culinary skills. And Witch Weekly have taken beautiful photographs of every course. There's a splendid photograph of all of you in The Wizarding World News, you're all gathered by the bar, including the House-Elves, which is rather sweet, and that rather tall and strange-looking barman. The Wizard's Voice have printed a lovely, individual, photograph of just you. I think the reporter was rather enamoured, he's called you delightful and charming and extremely knowledgeable about wines. I might have to Owl and ask if they could send me a copy of the photo...'

'Mother!' Draco flushed, embarrassed. Then smirked, 'he must have been the reporter I managed to persuade to buy a bottle of Chaval des Andes and charge it to the paper. I kept going on about the wine list and he didn't believe me when I described the exquisite velvety elegance of the wine.'

'Ah, yes, I do believe he was the one who wrote about the exceptional quality of the wine list,' said Narcissa.

'Potter has Chaval des Andes in his restaurant?'

'Yes.'

Narcissa smiled quietly to herself and started counting to ten under her breath. She got to two and a half...

'I suppose,' drawled Lucius. 'I might have to inspect this place my son has chosen to work at.'

'You'll need to book a table,' Draco said nonchalantly.

'I'll do no such thing, I'm Lucius Malfoy, I don't need to book anything in advance. I shall just turn up.'

'I wouldn't if I were you. Not if you don't want to be made a fool of as you're thrown out onto the street.'

'You're my son! You wouldn't dare.'

'Father, every table is booked for the next bloody month, unless you want to sit in the men's loo and eat off the fucking urinal then that is the way it is. Harry's restaurant requires you to book in advance, it appears to be rather popular.'

Lucius huffed. 'Well, I can't think why! I saw the photographs; silly fiddly food and inadequate portions.'

'You wouldn't say that if you tried it.'

'Well, clearly I can't try it, can I? Because my son won't let me in through the doors as if he's embarrassed by me or something.'

'Or something,' echoed Draco quietly.

'Are you going to explain to us your absence overnight,' snapped Lucius.

Narcissa rolled her eyes but didn't need to look at her husband to be able to tell that his eye was probably twitching slightly.

'Really?' said Draco, arching an eyebrow in a way that scarily mimicked his father. 'You wish to know the sordid details of your homosexual son's sex life at the breakfast table? Well, if you must know, after we'd locked up, I went upstairs to Harry's apartment and we opened some champagne to celebrate, and we kissed. Then he took me to bed and I...'

'THAT'S ENOUGH!' Lucius's chair fell over this time as he leapt up and stormed out of the breakfast room.

'...and I slept with my boss!' Draco called after him.

'You'll give him an aneurism one of these days,' said Narcissa, delighted that she could truly fill Andromeda in on all the gossip.

'One can only wish...' replied Draco.

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