homecoming × and time is burning burning burning it burns away
When Narcissa gets back to Malfoy manor - finally, thank Salazar - Draco is mercifully asleep. She wants to wake him and make him smile and laugh and see how well she's done with him, but she's been gone a day or two and she doesn't know how Lucius explained it to him, and it's better that he's asleep if she sees him first. She does, of course; she returns home in the same clothes she left, cleaned and pressed, and drops her packages on the foyer floor in her haste to hurry toward the nursery rooms. She sits in the armchair at the end of Draco's bed, vaguely aware of the gold dragon they'd had painted on his wall creeping through the edge of her vision; she folds her hands tightly together, pressed to her mouth, and watches him sleep.
She should really go and talk to her husband. And she will- in a moment. In just a moment.