Saving Draco Malfoy - Drarry

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The next month passes by with many a letter exchanged between Narcissa and Harry and even the occasional bump-in between the two in Diagon Ally.

The next letter Harry receives arrives in the same beige envelope as always, with the same green wax seal as all the letters before.
This time, though, it contains an invitation to tea that afternoon.

Dear Mr. Potter,

If you're not too busy, I absolutely insist on you coming to the manor for tea around 3 o'clock.

Waiting for your reply
-Narcissa Malfoy

Harry decides to accept the invitation without much forethought, and at 3:05, he is standing outside the front door, pacing quickly, his thoughts rapidly providing him with more things to worry about.

What if Draco's there? What will I say? What if they already know I'm here and they know I'm waiting nervously on their doorstep like a fool. This isn't a first date, Harry, snap out of it! But what do I do? I've never had tea like.. formally before. What if I make a fool of myself? What if I make a fool of myself in front of Draco? He'll no doubt laugh in my face. Okay.. I can't wait any longer.. I'm already late. 3:10! The Malfoy's are always quite timely... should I knock or ring the bell? Is there a special requirement? Oh Merlin, this is a disaster. Oh to hell with it!' With that final thought, he knocks sharply three times on the door.

The door swings open a few seconds later.

"Mr. Potter." Narcissa greets warmly.

He wasn't sure if he was expecting a house-elf?or Draco, or something else entirely, but seeing Mrs. Malfoy seems to relax him enough to speak properly.

"Uh.. hello."

She steps to the side.
"Come in, come in."

He walks through the entrance hall and is lead to a small table in the kitchen, already set up with tea and biscuits.

"How are you doing Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Please.. you can call me Narcissa. I'm doing well, thanks."

She takes a seat and he follows her lead.

"That's good. And erm.. I suppose I'll just have to get used to that... Narcissa."

How.. adult to adult.

"Call me Harry. Please. Mr. Potter is fine and all but it's way too professional sounding."

Her eyes crinkle a bit at the edges and Harry is almost convinced that she's laughing.

"Right then. Now that that's settled, I simply must know something that I was sure would've been too big a reply on paper, what was it like going to Hogwarts with my son?"

Harry laughs out loud at that.

"It wasn't always pleasant, I'll admit. We got into plenty of fights, but I'm sure I messed with him just as much as he messed with me. This one time, in third year..."

The conversation continues on until they hear a door open and close at the entry of the house.

Draco walks into the room and halts the second his eyes land on Harry.