"I'm going out mother! I'll be back soon." Draco stood in front of his grand fireplace, rooted to the spot and waiting for Narscissa's response. The hall remained silent. The blond sighed, rolling up the sleeves of his suit. His mother was appearing less and less around the house after Lucius was removed from the manor and taken to Azkaban. Draco always wondered if she ever really loved him.
He certainly did not. Taking a step forward and tightening his grip around the small bag of floo powder he was holding, Draco sprinkled the sand-like substance in the fireplace, which caused it to burst into emerald flames, and called out, "Diagon Alley!" Before he could fully register what was happening, the blonde was standing in the busy town square he knew so well.
Smiling serenely, Draco allowed his eyes to roam over all the shops brimming with people waiting for their robes to be fitted, or their books to be found. It felt like centuries since he'd been here. He missed the window shopping he would do with his friends, or the thrill of purchasing overly expensive material objects. But now he was here, and determined to make it another worthwhile trip - no reminiscing over poorly kept memories.
Strolling at ease around Diagon Alley, Draco consulted his list of supplies he would need for the eight year, which seemed to be getting longer every term. 'A history of divination', was at the very top of the list, and Draco inaudibly groaned. This meant that he was being taught by that batty Trelawney woman again - for what felt like the 100th year in a row. His mood ever so slightly darkened, the blond set of again, searching for a familiar book shop.
Coming to an abrupt halt, Draco slowly altered his footsteps, looking back into the second-hand book store he had just passed. Standing in the corner, chatting animatedly to her husband, was Mrs Weasley. Draco smirked, suddenly feeling vindictive. Of course Weasley's mother would be shopping in such a tacky institution. Draco's house elf had more money in Gringotts than their whole family. Feeling more satisfied than he had all morning, the blond set of again, slightly side-tracked.
After he had collected all his divination textbooks and basic equipment from various stores, Draco set of for this year's robes - which were desperately needed,as he had grown half a foot in height over the past few months - and came across Madam Malkin's, in which he quickly accumulated his robes, as it was drawing closer to the afternoon. Having finally completed gathering the items on his list, Draco decided it would be best to disapperate home, and did so with a loud 'crack'.
Landing lightly on his feet, the blond looked around anxiously, hoping to see his mother sitting calmly at their large oak table, looking unbothered. Instead, he was met by the same melancholy silence as usual - no Narscissa in sight. Exhaling deeply, Draco made his way to his room, a line of shopping bags following him. She must be napping again. She did a lot of that these days. Several hours later though, a disheveled, but seemingly put together, Narscissa emerged out of her bedroom, poking her head round Draco's door.
"Good evening, darling. I was just wondering whether you wanted to eat dinner with me?" she asked nervously, shuffling from foot to foot. Draco's heart soared, how could he not want to spend time with his own mother? As her son nodded resolutely, Narscissa wandered down the hallway and into the kitchen. The blond jumped up from his place on his bed and attempted to look decent for his first dinner he was going to have with his mother after months of eating alone.
Making his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Draco entered the large, empty dining room, and found his mother waiting patiently for him, seated in a chair. The blond immediately made to join her, sitting in the chair opposite. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, only making sound when their house elf, Dolly, appeared with their food. After a couple more minutes of eating in complete silence, Narscissa cleared her voice.
"So, where did you go in the afternoon, Draco?" Draco quickly swallowed his food before answering.
"Oh, just to Diagon Alley to get my stuff for Hogwarts. They invited me back, you know." Narscissa looked slightly surprised, then, her expression softening, reached across the table and took his hand in her's, smiling peacefully.
"I always believed they would want you back, Draco, darling." she said prominently. Her eyes shone with pride. After that, the the cold atmosphere that hung around them disappeared, and they spoke freely.
Finishing his meal, Draco bid a goodnight to his mother and ambled to his room, feeling calmed and full. He was going back to Hogwarts...
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