Draco wrote home every week.
He spoke of Slytherin, potions, Quidditch, his friends and Potter.
Always Potter.
Even then, Narcissa noticed that there was something there. Something different than what Draco felt when speaking about everyone else she'd heard about, but it wasn't hatred. It was something pretending to be hate... she thought it might've been hurt, but there was another underlying current there, too.
Whatever it was, it was something else. Something she might not have known exactly, but she knew there was something there. She knew Harry ruffled her boy's feathers, and she had no doubt in her mind that Draco ruffled his too.
Those letters were always rushed- she could tell by the scrawled writing- and she collected them and kept them under her bed. Her boy was growing so quickly, she was afraid that a blink of an eye could be a lifetime.
The manor was empty without him, completely devoid of happiness. Narcissa still walked around the gardens and cast her spells, but it just wasn't the same without having the love of her life running between her legs and asking a constant stream of questions.
Lucius was always at the fireplace, these days. There always seemed to be someone waiting to be Flooed, and Narcissa decided not to probe too deeply just in case she overheard something she didn't want to hear.
She still rooted for Harry.
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Fanfiction"Watching her son grow was the greatest pleasure and the greatest pan of Narcissa Malfoy's life." ~ ⇒ drarry ⇒ boyxboy ⇒ angst ⇒ suitable for all readers ⇒ draco growing up, as told by narcissa. ~ THIS WORK IS MINE, HOWEVER ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO...
