Narcissa heard a cough over the quiet noises of the peacocks, and rushed to where it had come from.
She nearly dropped her wand in surprise when she saw her son. He looked at though he had been beaten up, or pushed into several walls, and she wondered what had happened. No one laid a hand on a Malfoy.
"Draco!" Falling to her knees beside him, Narcissa lit the tip of her wand with a quiet Lumos, and her shock grew even more when she saw the blood coating his swelled face. She thought she saw blood on his clothes as well, but it was hard to tell since he was wearing black.
"Elf! Elf!" Narcissa called, too frantic to remember the names of any of the house-elves that served the Malfoys. When one finally popped up beside her, she directed it to bring back several healing potions.
Draco's soft, pained groans hurt Narcissa's heart as she waited for the elf to come back, and when he did, she grabbed the vials from his hands with none of her customary grace. Uncorking one, she held it to her son's mouth and said softly, "Drink this, darling."