Draco & Narcissa WHO: Draco & Narcissa Malfoy WHAT: Draco wants his mummy, darn it. WHERE: Her cottage WHEN: Monday night RATING: PG
James Potter was in the village. That was brilliant, just bloody brilliant. Draco kept waiting for the blasted Boy Who Lived to show and ruin everything, but seeing his pompous father writing wasn't much better. Draco always knew he was living on borrowed time, but he was still surprised by how much it hurt to think about losing his new Potter and Weasley friendships. At least he still had Theodore right? And Salazar? Oh, right, they were off bonding over a big blazing fire that killed one of Draco's closest friends. He was terrified of fire, but still willing to risk it so long as it meant impressing Salazar. Well, until Theodore asked him not to. And for some reason? Draco agreed to remain behind. Blimey, he really was going soft.
Still, it hurt. He felt alone which was stupid considering how many people he talked to regularly. Then again, borrowed time. Colin, Roxy, Fleur, Ginny, Lily...why had he been so damn daft? He thought about Astoria. Scorpius. His mother. Maybe some people wanted him around. Actually there was no maybe where Narcissa was concerned. He never doubted her. She adored him. He was her world. And he wanted her that night. Badly.
He didn't bother asking. Instead, he grabbed his wand, threw the journal aside, and headed to her. "Mum?" He called through the door, dropping the formality outside the public eye. "Can I spend the night? Please?" He blinked against the light reflecting off the porch lamp. Merlin, when was this stupid experiment over?