Little Light of Mine // George Weasley // FF

Chapter 29: Breathe

"MUM," I walked forward with Pat at my heels. "For the love of God, do not say another word,"

Draco smiled as I approached. "Ah, there she is, our little mooncalf,"

"That is the last time you get to say that name without getting punched straight after, Malfoy," I hissed, but Draco didn't seem phased.

My mother straightened and stepped beside me. "Does... are you Draco then?" She said, taking my arm protectively.

He nodded and looked at me. "I am. Definitely nicer than Maisie's described me before," There was something in his eyes, fear or sadness I could not tell, but his smile was wide.

My mother shook her head and reached a hand forward. "Actually, no, I just know your father,"

"Right," Draco shook her hand and glanced at me. "Mooncalf here doesn't run to her mummy then,"

"Watch-" George was ready to take my defense, but I was already mounting my own protection.

"You want to talk about running to parental figures?" I rolled my eyes and looked at Draco. "Pot, meet kettle," I paused. "And stop calling me Mooncalf,"

"Stop calling me a daddy's boy,"

"Ha-" I replied. "Didn't say shit about your father,"

"Maisie, don't swear in school," My mother sighed.

"Sorry, mother," I turned to her and raised an eyebrow. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see George watching me with narrow eyes as if he didn't understand what he was seeing. With another look, I turned back to Draco. "What are you doing with my mother, to begin with,"

"She found me while looking for you," Draco scowled. "Wouldn't leave me alone until I showed her where the dancing hall was," despite the anger, Draco seemed relaxed. "So much for the memory of an Alumni," he rolled his eyes.

"Now I remember you from Maisie's letters," My mother took a pipe out of her mouth and watched him.

"So she does talk about me," Draco turned and smiled, this time it reached his eyes; there was an inside joke between the two of us. "Who would have thought,"

"I also told my mom about the dementors last year," I put my hands on my hip, "You don't see me singing their praises,"

Draco rolled his eyes again and then looked over my shoulder. I was sure George and Pat were glaring. "Right, well, regardless of your obsession with me," I tried not to gag at that comment. "I have better things to do than just-"

"Thank you, Draco," My mother said before turning to me. I gave him a nod before he turned down the hall. I don't know why but I was over the insults with Draco; it seemed almost as regular as saying hello and goodbye.

"So now that he is gone," I turned to my mother and tilted my head, "What are you doing here?"

"I got your letter," her eyes flicked over my shoulder and narrowed. "Pat darling," She waved. "How is the gang?"

"Good," Pat nodded, looking between my mother and everyone else. I could see there was some apprehension, "They are all... just getting ready for the ball,"

"Lovely," my mother said as she walked forward and pulled Pat into one of her hugs. "I wish I could see them all, this visit, but perhaps later- when I return her..."

"Hello, Nessa," George stepped forward with an awkward smile. As if he wasn't sure how to approach her. My answer would be to not.

"Please," my mother turned to George as if she had been waiting for this. "Call me Doctor Scamander," she said with an outstretched hand that looks as friendly as a porcupine.