Draco was still adjusting to the words "kind" and "open minded" used anywhere near his name. He was such a ridiculous work in progress that he almost laughed when people like Lily Potter of all people said as much about him. Heck, even James forgave him. What in the world had Draco done to deserve any of their kindness? With Potter and even some Weasleys, he knew they based their opinions partly on some better future version, but the others? What had he done to deserve them?
He was trying not to mope about the other matters in his life. Yes, he was hurt, but, ultimately, he was lucky. He had people who supported him and understood him; he couldn't control anyone else. Their actions belonged to them. It was a rough lesson for Draco, likely many years in the making, but he was doing surprisingly okay since his initial "what in the bloody hell is going on" reaction. Still, he wasn't going to his cabin. He planned to move out when the twins fixed Tracey's age. For the meantime, he was at Potter's house where he could get some bearings. Irony again.
When he heard the door, he wasn't surprised. Someone was always looking for the Potters. He tossed aside the book he was reading when he realized no one was answering. Where was everyone?
When he opened the door, he couldn't help taking a step back in surprise. He had seen the younger Narcissa in photographs, but seeing her in the flesh was another thing entirely. "Mother," he greeted. He just couldn't call her "Narcissa" though the former sounded insane too. "Hullo." He forced a smile and stepped aside. "It is so nice to see you."