Smirks, Books and, Dirty Looks

Like the Flower pt 2

Narcissa was waiting for her son in the parlor room, when she heard the familiar swoosh noise that was made at the entrance. "I'm in here," she called as he walked through the doors. Draco looked a mess, his hair was disheveled, clothes looked like he haphazardly put them on. There seemed to be a sort of determination in his beautiful stormy eyes. "My little dragon, whatever is the matter?" She cooed at her boy. "For starters mother, Pansy sees fit to come to the manor in what seems to be an hour." 

He nodded at her unpleasant look, "yes, well, nothing we can do 'bout that I'm afraid." Narcissa just grimaced, "I never know what to say to that girl. She makes me uncomfortable. I remember when you came home on Christmas during second year and told me you had made her your girlfriend." Draco smiled. "Wipe that smile off your face Draco, I nearly threw your father off the veranda when he suggested that we invite the Parkinson's for dinner in celebration." She said grimacing as she folded her arms across her chest. 

"Fun times were they not mummy." She shot daggers at him, "well since we are on this topic. How would you feel about helping me break off  the engagement?" He said not wanting to look up. Narcissa fixed her eyes on her son. After what felt like a long moment she finally exhaled, "I thought you'd never ask." Draco finally braved a look at her. "Really?" She didn't blink at the question. "Right then, I don't suppose a meeting with the Parkinson's in the next couple days to break off this horrid engagement be out of the question?" He inspected his finger nails and heard his mother sigh. "Is this why she is coming here? You're going to break it off with her first, instead of going to her father and trying to find a peaceful solution to this?" 

She stood and walked over to her son. Patting his arm she spoke softly, "Draco, you have to think with your head instead of your penis. Hermione Granger is surely not the only reason you are doing this?" Draco felt his eyes almost fall out of his sockets. "Pardon?" The older witch just gazed at her naïve son. "I saw the way you trailed along after her the day we had dinner at the Zabini manor. I have had an inkling since you came home that winter in first year. You had owled me questions about what girls like and then came home a week later ranting and raving about the mudblood that had to sit next to you in potions for a period." She looked sad. 

"Honestly back then I was terrified at the thought of your father finding out, but he was so proud at the thought that you shared his views that he was obviously oblivious to your fascination with her." Draco looked at his palms and sighed. "It was finally confirmed for me when you came home fourth year after she punched you that I knew what your heart wanted. You wouldn't shut up about her, it drove me mad." She laughed then stopped abruptly, "My dear dragon, I am so sorry." He looked up sharply, "about what mother?" Narcissa turned and walked back to her seat, "About what happened to your love at the hands of my deranged sister. No one should ever have to sit by and watch the love of their lives tortured and not be able to do anything to save them."

Draco felt his vision blur, Hermione's tortured screams filled his ears, he shut his eyes to block it out. Narcissa watched her son and felt her heart hurt. "Mother, you did not do it. There is nothing you have to apologize for." Voldemort was gone, there was no reason to keep this pretense anymore. Hermione is the one for him, he was certain of this. Pansy did not deserve to be in a loveless marriage, they all suffered so much throughout this whole ordeal that they all deserved to be happy. Draco looked determined Narcissa just sighed and stood before her son, "If you are going to do this the right way owl her father and let him know what you plan to do. 

Pansy is a very stubborn girl and her father needs to be informed before you make a move and when all is said and done, go back and make sure you leave the Zabini manor along with Ms. Granger and that child. Make no mistake she will go looking for you." Narcissa began walking to the door before leaving she stopped and said, "I am very proud of you, I have always been proud of you even in the dark times. You deserve to be happy my son, I wish you and her the best of luck." Draco ran his hands through his hair and stood thinking about what to write, time was running out and he was nervous as shit. 

Fourty minutes had gone by, Draco finally had finished the letter and had it owled to the Parkinson manor. Going up to his bedroom he thought about what to pack, clothes, his cigarettes, books for Hermione and a special gift he had gotten little miss a while back. He had walked into his room and swished his arm around making the items appear before having them shrink enough to fit into his pockets. Walking to the balcony he sparked a cigarette and inhaled the arid smoke letting it fill his lungs and exhaling the dread filling his soul, Pansy was going to be pissed. 

Time seemed to move slowly, thoughts, emotions swirled in his mind, and before long he heard the pop of apparition. Pansy was standing by the entrance looking at Draco smoke on the balcony. It was time to poke the bear and he was not ready for its wrath.