𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓

Chapter 11

Mother Knows Best

Chapter Eleven

Harlots and Nostalgia

Soon after signing Finnigan's petition, Narcissa pulled Draco aside, telling him they needed to talk. She didn't say what it was about, but Draco was almost certain it had to do with Lucius. That was something they needed to, but had yet to talk about. And though he didn't even want to think about what his father had to say, he knew it was best to get it over with sooner rather than later.

Narcissa didn't seem to be on the same page, though. Draco had to wait while she took her time saying goodbye to Severus, her cousin, Lupin, Potter, and all of her many other acquaintances. Then she gall to tell him to stop procrastinating and hurry up, insisting they go back to the dorm. No doubt for privacy reasons, considering the auditorium was still somewhat crowded, despite the talent show having ended over an hour ago. Parents, students, and teachers alike had all seemed to designate the room in which to socialize.

They were almost to the door, but, of course, his mother (once again) got distracted. This time by none other than the newest Mrs Nott, which would be Theodore Nott's second stepmother, and no matter how much he wanted to hear how that conversation went, he'd much rather wait outside for her. And he would've done so, but Potter caught him on the way out, looking much more hyperactive than usual. This was normally the result of too many RedBulls, Draco knew.

"Draco! Guess what." Draco sighed, then rolled his eyes at Potter's immaturity when the raven didn't continue.

"What?" Draco asked with no small amount of impatience.

Potter ignored his snappy tone happily. Either that or he was too hyped up on liquid-sugar to notice.

"I just got invited to Volume for the costume party of the year," he finally declared.

Draco raised a brow, wondering how Potter planned to get into one of the most popular clubs in Merlin. Normally, Potter probably wouldn't be able to pass for twenty-one, but dressed how he was now, it was certainly possible. He pondered on this for a moment before deciding that he really shouldn't care. Not that he did, of course.

"Well, congratulations," he drawled. "Now, move."

"And it's not only me that's going," the raven continued, once again blocking Draco's attempt to leave as he tried to sound appealing. "Ron and 'Moine are coming. Seamus and Dean are coming. And if I could find Blaise, he'd be coming, too."

Draco gave him an exasperated look. "What makes you think I care, Potter?"

"Well, I just so happen to be in need of a date," Potter hinted suedo-suggestively, leaning in too close for Draco's comfort with a mock-lecherous grin, making the blond cross his arms to put some space between them.

"Tempting as that sounds, I'll have to pass," Draco answered, forcing the sarcasm.

"Aw, come on! I doubt you'd be recognized if you dressed up. And if we get you a harlot costume, we'd match!"

Draco laughed, amused despite himself. "As much as I would just love to accompany you, dress in drag, and run the risk of having my ears bleed from the volume of Volume, I'm afraid I have other priorities at the moment." Potter laughed at the blonde's unrestrained sarcasm. "Mother told me that we 'need to talk'," he explained.

Potter winced. "That's never good."

Draco was about to give him a 'no shit' look, but was distracted by his mothers approach, spotting her from over Potter's shoulder. She wasn't alone, either. Mrs Nott wasn't trailing too far behind her, chattering animatedly, and from the irritated look on Narcissa's face, it was obvious she was desperate to escape the other woman's presence.