A Mother's Eye - Part 10B of A Different View
Title: A Mother's Eye (10B/15 of A Different View)
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: 614
Pairing/Characters: Narcissa, Harry, Draco
Challenges: AWDT's prompt of "Bah, Humbug," harrylovesdraco's "Something to do with Christmas," and my GJ 100_prompts entry #078 - "Beginning".
Summary: Narcissa's frustration with her son begins to wane.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
To see all parts of A Different View, click here.
Narcissa sat at the Manor stewing. Honestly! Draco was a grown wizard, for Merlin's sake, and she had caught him snooping for gifts! And to make matters worse, when she had called him to task, he had thrown a quote at her from some ridiculous Muggle movie. "Bah, Humbug," whatever that meant.
When she had told him to get out, she didn't actually think he would do it. After all, where was he planning to go? She had to admit she was relieved when he returned home nearly right away, though he didn't look too pleased with her when she said he had to remain in his rooms. I mean really, what was he thinking? If he wanted to act like a child, she could certainly treat him like one.
She took a few calming breaths, not wanting to work herself into a state again. She had been surprised - no, downright shocked when Harry Potter had arrived. Even more shocked when Draco had left with him. Perhaps ...
She was grasping at straws, she knew it. Draco hadn't fared well in the wake of the court's decisions. He hid it well, but she knew that his father's fate - the Demetor's Kiss - had devastated Draco. For all his faults, and there were many, Lucius had loved his son, even if he had a less-than-conventional way of showing it. Draco knew that. His father had never had the chance to make it up to Draco, as she knew he'd wanted to. He had told his son how very sorry he was for everything that had befallen Draco, simply because he was his father's son. But that was all he'd had the chance to do before they took him away.
Narcissa had been worried about Draco going to work at Hogwarts, but it had been his choice. The court had ordered him to complete a ludicrous number of community service hours, in her opinion, though she knew it was preferable to the alternative, Azkaban. Draco had chosen Hogwarts for his work; he'd said it was only fitting. But he was heading into the lion's den, quite literally, to work alongside many Gryffindors, and a smattering of students from other houses. She knew it wouldn't be easy for him.
Sure enough, he came home each evening putting up a brave front, but she knew. She could see. He was more than tired, he was beaten. She could sense that his fire, his drive, a large part of what made him the feisty son she loved was fading.
But something had changed a short time ago. She saw her son beginning to come back to life, just a little bit. He seemed to work longer hours, for he got home later each day, but he was starting to regain his sense of spirit. There was a lightness to his step that had been missing, a pronounced set to his shoulders once again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Draco's return. She marched herself over to the Floo only to find Harry Potter there too. And Draco looked ... happy. Yes, there was no mistaking it, he looked excited about something.
They were going to go for a walk. But Draco always walked through the gardens on his own in winter. It was his time to reflect, he had always told her. Could it be ...?
Whatever was happening between the two former rivals, Narcissa had to admit that it was good for Draco. She wanted the best for him, always. So if the best happened to be Harry Potter, then she would do what she could for her son. She was his mother, after all.
Part 11 - Interrogation
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Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: 614
Pairing/Characters: Narcissa, Harry, Draco
Challenges: AWDT's prompt of "Bah, Humbug," harrylovesdraco's "Something to do with Christmas," and my GJ 100_prompts entry #078 - "Beginning".
Summary: Narcissa's frustration with her son begins to wane.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
To see all parts of A Different View, click here.
Narcissa sat at the Manor stewing. Honestly! Draco was a grown wizard, for Merlin's sake, and she had caught him snooping for gifts! And to make matters worse, when she had called him to task, he had thrown a quote at her from some ridiculous Muggle movie. "Bah, Humbug," whatever that meant.
When she had told him to get out, she didn't actually think he would do it. After all, where was he planning to go? She had to admit she was relieved when he returned home nearly right away, though he didn't look too pleased with her when she said he had to remain in his rooms. I mean really, what was he thinking? If he wanted to act like a child, she could certainly treat him like one.
She took a few calming breaths, not wanting to work herself into a state again. She had been surprised - no, downright shocked when Harry Potter had arrived. Even more shocked when Draco had left with him. Perhaps ...
She was grasping at straws, she knew it. Draco hadn't fared well in the wake of the court's decisions. He hid it well, but she knew that his father's fate - the Demetor's Kiss - had devastated Draco. For all his faults, and there were many, Lucius had loved his son, even if he had a less-than-conventional way of showing it. Draco knew that. His father had never had the chance to make it up to Draco, as she knew he'd wanted to. He had told his son how very sorry he was for everything that had befallen Draco, simply because he was his father's son. But that was all he'd had the chance to do before they took him away.
Narcissa had been worried about Draco going to work at Hogwarts, but it had been his choice. The court had ordered him to complete a ludicrous number of community service hours, in her opinion, though she knew it was preferable to the alternative, Azkaban. Draco had chosen Hogwarts for his work; he'd said it was only fitting. But he was heading into the lion's den, quite literally, to work alongside many Gryffindors, and a smattering of students from other houses. She knew it wouldn't be easy for him.
Sure enough, he came home each evening putting up a brave front, but she knew. She could see. He was more than tired, he was beaten. She could sense that his fire, his drive, a large part of what made him the feisty son she loved was fading.
But something had changed a short time ago. She saw her son beginning to come back to life, just a little bit. He seemed to work longer hours, for he got home later each day, but he was starting to regain his sense of spirit. There was a lightness to his step that had been missing, a pronounced set to his shoulders once again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Draco's return. She marched herself over to the Floo only to find Harry Potter there too. And Draco looked ... happy. Yes, there was no mistaking it, he looked excited about something.
They were going to go for a walk. But Draco always walked through the gardens on his own in winter. It was his time to reflect, he had always told her. Could it be ...?
Whatever was happening between the two former rivals, Narcissa had to admit that it was good for Draco. She wanted the best for him, always. So if the best happened to be Harry Potter, then she would do what she could for her son. She was his mother, after all.
Part 11 - Interrogation
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