Narcissa had always been central to Draco's life. She made him feel safe, protected - much more so than his father did. He was more comfortable confiding in her than he ever would be with Lucius. If this had been a meeting with his father, poor Draco may have come down with a sudden cold as an excuse to not go through with it. But, as things were, he made sure he was punctual and arrived right on the dot of time they had agreed upon. He, too, wore Muggle clothes, which he thought nothing of now. T-shirts and jeans were his usual, but since he was meeting his Mum, he decided to wear a nicer collared shirt instead. But he still wore the jeans.
When Draco arrived at the beach house, he realized that he hadn't been to visit his family since they had moved to it. He felt a sharp pang of regret; how he must have worried his mother! Draco vowed to himself that, no matter who he dated, he would always keep his family in his life on a regular basis. Or at least Narcissa. She had done everything for him, and he missed her.
He reached up to run a self-conscious hand through his platinum blonde hair before knocking gently at the front door. Draco felt as though he should have gotten flowers or some sort of gift for his mother and wished he had been more thoughtful.