Lucissa headcannons!!!!
Thank you sm for the ask, I love to yap about my OTP, I'm putting everything under the cut because I have too many thoughts about them.
Lucissa Headcannons ( Contains Holiday Traditions, Parenting Draco & When They Were Young )
Holiday Traditions:
Every winter solstice, Lucius and Narcissa exchange a single gift—not expensive, never showy. Always something deeply personal: a restored photograph, a forgotten poem, a charm spell Narcissa composed for him during the first war. They pretend it’s not sentimental. It always is.
Narcissa bakes precisely one cake a year—for Lucius’s birthday. It's slightly lopsided and he pretends not to notice. In truth, he adores it and hoards the last slice like a dragon guarding gold.
They never host for Christmas. The manor is reserved for just them and Draco. They wear ridiculous cashmere jumpers enchanted to warm only at the cuffs, drink spiced wine, and enchant the tree to shimmer in silver and blue—always her favorite palette.
Lucius buys mistletoe every December, not out of tradition but because he enjoys catching Narcissa beneath it, murmuring poetry in French just to see her eyes narrow and her mouth twitch in amusement.
Parenting Draco:
Narcissa was the more composed parent—but she had no patience for whinging. If Draco sulked, she simply raised one brow and asked, “Would you like a solution or sympathy?” Lucius, on the other hand, indulged him terribly and was frequently banished from the nursery for it.
Lucius taught Draco to ride a broom, but it was Narcissa who stitched protective charms into his gloves. Draco never noticed, but Lucius did. He kissed her temple that night and she acted as though it were nothing.
Narcissa sang to Draco in Latin lullabies, old songs passed down through Black lineage. Lucius once attempted to join in—off-key, dramatically. She laughed until she cried. He never tried again, but he’d linger outside the nursery and listen.
When Draco had nightmares, he always crept to his parents’ room. Lucius would lift the covers silently, and Narcissa would pretend to scold before letting Draco nestle between them. Neither of them minded; not really.
When They Were Young:
Lucius fell for her first. Of course he did. She had an intellect sharper than any curse and eyes that knew far too much for sixteen. He watched her charm ink to dry faster and wondered if she could stop his heart with a word. He was certain she could.
Narcissa thought Lucius was arrogant. She told him so. He had a laugh like velvet and a quill sharper than sin. But he read his poetry in the library when he thought no one was watching, and once, she caught him helping a first year carry their books. She said nothing—but never teased him again.
They didn’t start dating immediately. They orbited each other, like poised celestial bodies, for years. Detentions. Duels. Debates. Until one day, in seventh year, Lucius offered her a daffodil “as a dare.” She accepted it. That was the beginning.
Lucius once got hexed by a Slytherin rival and Narcissa retaliated so severely she earned a week’s detention. He thanked her with a silver hair clip shaped like a crescent moon. She still has it, tucked away in an old velvet box.
