Narcissa was looking forward to this time with Draco. She felt like a horrible mother-to-be, flaking on some of their meetings or having to cancel due to work. It was about time they would be able to sit down and talk.
From what she had heard from Lucius, Draco was a very respectable boy, someone she could be proud to call her son. Opening the door, she wasn't surprised to see a handsome young man standing there; well, with her and Lucius' good genes, of course they would have an attractive son.
"Draco," she said, her voice warm and welcoming. She extended her arms for a hug, already feeling a motherly affection warming up within her.