Narcissa noticed that Draco drank the third potion more easily, and she fixed a stern look on her face. It was going to be hard to be forceful with her son when he was in this state, but she needed to know what he had been up to. She had an unpleasant feeling that he had been mixing with some of Lucius's former "associates," and that thought had her wanting to hex her husband for getting them involved in this mess decades ago. It wasn't that she didn't believe in pureblood superiority — she did, but Narcissa didn't believe in violence towards purebloods.
His attempt at acting innocent didn't go unnoticed either, and Narcissa had to stop a smile from forming on her lips. She always did find him adorable, especially when he was trying to get out of trouble. She could still remember him as a little boy, getting into various scrapes around the manor, and coming to her with that innocent little smile saying, 'Who, me? Never.'
Leaving Draco in the bed, Narcissa sat in a leather wingback chair by the fireplace. Normally it was Lucius's favorite, but as he wasn't here, it felt appropriate to sit there.
"You can start by telling me how you ended up in this condition, Draco." She tried to keep the worry out of her voice, but some leaked through, and Narcissa leant forward, waiting for his answer.