OUR DARLING D

Chapter 10

Lots of shits has been happening around the world right now that put a damper to my motivation but I've come back here to remind all of you to enjoy life, read and pray!

In this year, you'll get to see interactions of Draco to his mom and friends as well.

Hopefully, I'll finish this story this 2020!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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The months of July and August passed by in a crawl’s pace and suddenly it’s already the first day of September.

The first day of September had Draco eating the last of his English breakfast that never tasted the same ever since Dobby left (but is scrumptious and filling so it's okay). Lucius was not at home due to an urgent business in the Ministry. Last night, before he left, Lucius Malfoy left after making Draco recite all of what he should do, should be doing, will do and act as well as promise not to act too rashly and imbecilic.

He ate his food in his own pace, savoring the flavors for the last time. His mother was thankfully indulging him in his slow manner of eating now that Lucius was not around to reprimand him.

"Are you ready for this year, Dragon?" Narcissa asked, savoring the peaceful time to finally converse with his son. It had been rare for them to be alone, after all.

"Yes, Mother." Draco smiled, good mood evident on how genuine it is. "I believe I'll be home in Christmas with high marks. I'm quite interested in what this year has to offer."

"Don't forget to write, please." Narcissa smiled back, gracefully sipping her tea. "Please do write even before the weeks leading to your final exams. You've created a habit, Dragon."

Draco laughed freely, "Mother! You know I've to review."

"Yes, we know that, dear." Narcissa took another sip to hide the amused smirk that tugged up her lips. "But it is fun teasing you about it."

"I'll try to write more." Draco responded, pouting a bit. “I’ll address it directly to your wing.”

Narcissa looked around before wandlessly casting a bubble around them. It would not do well if the portraits hear what she had to say.

"You can write to your quill pals, Draco." She gently started, smiling at Draco's gasp and the clattering of utensils. "I had experienced the same myself. She was very insightful, and had been one of my Comforts even just for a while."

"Mum." Draco's eyes filled with tears. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's part of the Hogwarts experience that will be memorable for you." Narcissa smiled as Draco rushed to hug her and patted his son's back, careful of the healing scars. "I'll be proud of you no matter who you choose to be with, my Dragon."

"Don't make me cry on such a fine day." Draco chuckled as he broke the hug, wiping away the happy tears that escaped. "I will try to write to them but I can't guarantee I'll send it without making sure you'll be safe... but thank you for giving me permission, Mother."

"I'm fine with whatever your decision will be, my Dragon." Narcissa nodded, fondly remembering her own Comfort briefly. "And you're welcome."

They shared a smile before Narcissa patted Draco's cheek. "How about you go on and do your September first rituals, my Dragon? That'll take awhile."

"And now we're back to the teasing." Draco lamented. "It's not a ritual mother, it's a routine!"

"Whatever you say, Dragon. Now go primp."

"Mother!"

Narcissa hid her laugh at her son's yell. Casting a Tempus, she estimated that she'll have three hours to herself as Draco did all his "rituals", and so she nibbled on her biscuit and hummed to herself.