Narcissa fairly beamed as Draco discussed his job. Any mother would be proud to have such a son. She was doubly thankful as his new position would renew her family's respectability. However...
"Yes, I do recall. And I've heard plenty about your Prewitt family debacle, Draco." A slim eyebrow raised disapprovingly. "I can't say the old goat probably didn't deserve it, but really." She tsked lightly before smiling indulgently at her son.
"As for the Weasley girl," she continued sounding tired. "I suppose I can't say too much against her as she is of purebloods. However, your father is not going to be pleased. At all. Another reason I wanted us to have tea alone." Narcissa looked sternly at her son, "I do hope you know exactly what you're getting yourself into."