It Had To Be Her

30: Awakening Sadness...In Full

Draco

The handsome blonde Malfoy heir seemed outwardly stoic as a great portion of pureblood society showed up for his mother's internment in the Black family vault. He wished that he were visiting France under better circumstances, but hey, at least he would never get lost due to language barriers. The Greengrass twins had arrived with their insufferable boorish parents, and both sisters eyed him with sympathy and a hint of heat due to their own secret bedroom antics.

Mr Greengrass, who looked like Mr Monopoly from that muggle board game, looked down his nose at him, and his beaky nosed wife of his sneered at him as well as they cautioned their twins yet again to only speak to him in the most polite of terms. Daphne, who was more daring than Astoria, boldly sat next to him when it came time to sit and put her hand on his crossed thigh.

"You're really going to be naughty here, pet?" He whispered in her ear as the squib priest droned on in French his mother's various charity works in her lifetime, blah, blah, blah.

She inched her hand up higher on to his leg. "Oh yes. Will Daddy punish me if I play right now?"

Draco patted her hand. "Patience, pet. Patience. If my girl is good, she will be well rewarded. It all depends on how my father behaves himself today."

Daphne pouted and stopped the game, sighing. "Why your dad? Aren't you more worried about your Uncle shifting into his wolf form?"

Draco looked over at Snape and his very pregnant wife and how he was doting over her. "He's fine. My Aunt keeps him in check."

"It's odd that she's his mate."

Draco shrugged. "It's no more weird than my dad sharing my future mum with him when they were in school. Personally, I think it would've been amusing if there had been a 50/50 chance I was Snape's kid instead of my dad's."

"But then you wouldn't be blonde."

Draco chuckled. "True, I like my hair color."

Draco looked over to where the procession started in full where dad looked...medicated and not his usual charming self. Yeah, who knew how long that potion would last? He had a feeling that they would soon find out. Dad kept it together until the assigned Ministry pallbearers began moving Narcissa Malfoy's polished black casket into the ornate white marble mausoleum. Drama in 3...2...1, go time.

"Cissa' no!!" Dad wailed. "Don't go! Please don't go! I need you! PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU!!"

Snape and Greyback rushed in and tried to grab at Lucius Malfoy, but even the wolves were finding it hard to keep the grieving husband in check. Then Great Aunt Eileen popped in and ordered them, "...No, hold him, damn it! Godsdamnit, I told you boys to keep a sharp eye on him."

Draco sighed and lightly kissed Daphne. "Duty calls. Hopefully, we will get to have our fun later."

"Astoria can't tonight. She's on her cycle."

"More fun for us then."

Daphne grinned. "Right. Go deal with your dad."

Dad was screaming and carrying on, and he found Hermione trying to diffuse the situation with the press. He was pounced on and asked all sorts of nonsensical questions like was his father on drugs? Did he need to be in St Mungos? That sort of thing.

"I think my father lost his wife, and he is deeply grieving for her," Draco answered carefully. "I think all of you need to respect our wishes and cover the funeral outside of Pere Lachaise."

Hermione backed him up, "My godson speaks the truth. Please leave us to our grief, and we will release our press release form shortly."

The French Ministry officials swept in, and of course, the media didn't like that, but unlike the English wizarding press, they backed off. Hermione hugged him. He hugged her back. "Are you alright?" She asked.