"Oh, Draco, darling!" Narcissa swept up from her chair and enveloped him in her arms and expensive perfume. "I've been so worried! Are you alright?" She pulled away and stroked the side of his face, worried barely sketched across her face, but certainly there. "When I heard about the second explosion, and so close to your flat... Oh, my darling." She pulled him into another hug.
Straightening up, she took Draco's elbow. "Now, let's have that tea," she said simply, leading him to the sun room.