Narcissa gave Hermione a sympathetic smile as the girl stumbled over trying to say nice things about her son. She was not delusional, she knew her son had not been kind to Hermione, and that that unkindness did not completely stem from Draco's need for his father's approval, but it was hard to think of him as anything but her sweet son, though she knew in reality that was far from the case. "I am. Not as much since...since the war, but he is still my son. I know he wasn't the kindest to you, and I'm sorry about that. He really can be a nice young man."
As they settled into looking at the rest of the flowers, Narcissa, with the help of Hermione, selected the flowers for the ball and placed an order with the florist. Turning to Hermione, Narcissa had to stop herself from smiling brightly as the girl did not seem too upset about her dragging her out of the office on these ball errands. "All I have left is a visit to the tailor for a robe fitting for a gown for the ball. But that's not very official ball business. So you don't have to come if you don't though I value your taste, you helped me greatly with the flowers."
Narcissa hoped the girl wasn't too bored of her yet. For some reason, she did not want to part from the younger witch just yet.