Draco Malfoy (draco_un4seen) wrote in unforeseen_rpg, @ 2007-09-24 10:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco, hogwarts, narcissa |
Telling Mother
Who: Narcissa “Black” and Draco Malfoy
When: May 23rd, 1998, midday
Where: Great Hall, Hogwarts
What: Draco explains his new plan to Narcissa.
Notes: More on the weird twist.
Status: Complete
Narcissa clutched her newly acquired wand in her lap. She was sitting on one of the benches in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, tea sitting on the table becoming cold. She had been relieved to have found Draco safe after the Inferi attack but there was still that sense of dread. She had thought there would be no more killing but apparently she had been wrong.
Draco stood in the doorway of the Great Hall for a minute until he spotted his mother among the gathered people. He made his way over and sat down beside her. "It's official, the school is being evacuated by sundown today.”
Narcissa loosened her grip on her wand slightly as she looked at her son and nodded once. "Very well. Then I suggest you come stay with me at the Zabini's. I'm certain Isabella has more than enough room for you."
"Actually..." Draco stared at this fingers for a minute. "One of my classmates has asked if I would go in on a flat with him."
Narcissa raised one eyebrow, silent for a few moments before she murmured, "I see... I who might this classmate be?"
Draco flushed a bit but didn't look up. "Um... Harry Potter."
Narcissa hid her surprise at the name by keeping her expression as neutral as possible. "Where exactly will this flat be, Draco?"
"We haven't talked about that. We are still planning on working on the restoration, I think, but we could Apparate in. Some of the others already do that."
"Given how much danger there is still out there, I would prefer that you stay with me, Draco," Narcissa replied in a very low voice.
"I am not a child anymore, Mother," he said, but softly. He didn't want to hurt her. "You said I couldn't go home. Well, now I don't want to. And I certainly don't want to stay at the Zabini residence."
"I know you are not a child, my son," Narcissa whispered, lowering her gaze as a flash of pain touched her eyes. "And the Zabini house may not be our home but it is relatively safe. Can you have the same guarantee living with Harry Potter?"
Draco snorted. "He defeated ... Can you think of anyone better?"
"I..." Narcissa paused, finding she really had no argument to that.
"And I suppose it couldn't hurt my reputation that he trusts me to live in the same flat..." Draco frowned. He really didn't understand why Potter wanted him to share a flat. It was confusing.
Narcissa canted her head and regarded Draco for a moment. "You may have a point there, darling," she said, giving Draco a small smile. "If by living in the same flat as Harry Potter helps in your reputation..." she sighed, still not willing to let her son go but knowing she had no choice. "Promise me you will Owl me everyday, Draco," she whispered imploringly, releasing the wand with one hand and reaching out to take Draco's hand.
"Every day?" Draco asked, making a face.
"Why yes, darling, everyday," Narcissa replied, tightening her hold on Draco's hand. "I just need to know that you are alright. It is... the only way I'll know, won't I?"
"Mother, I will be eighteen in two weeks. How many eighteen year old blokes write their mother everyday?" Draco whined, almost sounding like he was sixteen again.
"But you are not like many eighteen year olds, darling. You are my son and..." She was about to say that he was a Malfoy too but refrained from saying it in time. She took a small breath. "Well, just write to me at least every other day, then."
"I will try," he conceded. Then smiled a bit and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."
Narcissa returned the smile but deep down inside she was apprehensive at letting Draco be Harry Potter's flatmate. She knew Draco would be safe with Potter but still there was this nagging sensation in her stomach. She pushed it aside for now and attributed to being tired. "Now, darling, you must allow me to help you decorate the flat. I do not trust Harry Potter's judgment in that endeavor. After all, he was raised by Muggles."
Draco thought about it for a minute but nodded. "I will talk to him about it," he said. He couldn't believe he had just agreed to live with Harry Potter. Was that butterflies in his stomach or indigestion?
Narcissa patted Draco's arm before releasing it. "Good. So it's settled. We'll start looking at furniture. I expect you'd stay away from ghastly Gryffindor colors." She kept on smiling at her son, still dreading to let him go. Being at Hogwarts was one thing; being in a flat alone with Harry Potter was an entirely different matter.