Narcissa looked at her son in deep contemplation. She wasn't expecting this, but then how could she when she believed her son to hate muggleborns like she had taught him. "Draco, that's lovely and all, but darling are you sure?" she asked not sure how to put her motherly concerns without pushing her son away. "I know this has been a very confusing time for our family. Look at us," she said looking down at her outfit incredulously, "I'm wearing muggle clothing. Could you have really predicted this to happen to us? I just," she stopped speaking for a moment trying to find the right words. She rested her hand on her sons knee, "I just don't want you to do something you're going to regret."