Drarry Oneshots

Pretty Lips

okay so first of all, im sorry everyone im really sorry i got this plot watching a bl drama lmaooo and since i can't write the plot is shit but it works i guess.  but there are way too many typos (proofreading didn't help sadly) and here we are let's goooo

[a/n : note idk but this revolves around their sixth year idek what i did ㅠㅠ ]

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"Narcissa Lucius Malfoy!" The steely voice of a Lucius Malfoy echoed through the Manor, vibrating the walls from their cores.

The said woman, a timid lady of around thirty, came tremblimg towards him. Yet her lips drawn in a thin line as if she was trying to hold on to her last bit of courage. The Malfoy's eyes narrowed as soon as she stood before him, chin high up, looking straight into his eyes.

"How do you explain this?" Lucius' eyes were burning cold and Narcissa had to look away from their piercing gaze lest they read her heart. Lucius had a wrapper of a muggle cosmetic-lipstick, Narcissa once had Draco tell her how it's used. But Narcissa hardly used the thing. The different shades were always stacked up in Draco's closet, so she had seen. Then how did Lucius Malfoy took hold of the wrapper which she saw in the closet?

"Answer me, Narcissa."

The lady turned quieter with the next words, and looked down on the ground. "What is this muggle belonging," Lucius twisted the thing between his merciless fingers, "doing in the Malfoy manor?"

Narcissa bit down hard on her lips. Even if the sky came down on her, she would never ope her lips to say that it was her own son. Draco had them, the lipsticks. Draco loved them. But Lucius Malfoy will never know that. It was like her little secret which her son confided in her, and Narcissa would never let her son down.

"The houselves might've gotten it from somewhere." She lied.

"We—" one of them started but a glare from the mistress shut them up.

"We?" Lucius pressed, as if he wanted them to deny and confirm his assumptions.

"We....found them in the station, sir," One told. "When we sent off young master."

Lucius scrunched his eyes for a minute, then his features relaxed twofolds.

"Next time I see another muggle object, all of you will be set free. No masters anymore." Without another word, he stomped away, shutting the door behind him.

Narcissa heaved a sigh, and took a long breath. She ought to warn Draco before it was too late.

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Draco stacked up the grungy suitcase in his Slytherin room, and flopped down on the bed. The ride to Hogwarts was mildly exhausting but Malfoy was concerned about getting back here. The fatigue didn't really matter. Malfoy took a careful glance at the door to make sure it was locked. Once he was completely sure that it was, he stood up once again and quietly latched open his suitcase. He took out the green Slytherin robes, and ransacked the pockets.

Sure enough a beautifully carved wooden box, with his initials as tiny as his nails, in the bottom left corner, was in his hands. Malfoy's cheeks puffed up in a slight blush at the sight of it, as he took out a dark shade contrasting his pale features. With gentle and careful swaps, he smeared his lips with the crimson hue of the lipstick, now darkening his lips. He loved the feeling of something on his lips, more precisely the colour of the so called muggle thing, with it sweet scent and intriguing taste (when it touches his teeth).