Confidential Lover

Chapter 26

Please read the author's note at the end of this chapter, it's pretty important :)

Harry squeezed his eyes tightly as the morning sun shone through the window. He stretched his legs out and pushed his arms in front of him, taking a deep breath and then relaxing every muscle. He slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

Not even twenty-four hours ago he was sitting in his old bedroom with Draco. Not even twelve hours ago he was tied up and on his way to death. Boy was he lucky right now; if Narcissa wasn't there he would be dead.

A soft knock on his door caught his attention and he sat up in his bed. He reached over to the nightstand next to him and grabbed his glasses, sliding them onto his face and adjusting his eyes. "Come in," he said.

The door glided open and Narcissa poked her head in. "How are you feeling, dear?" she said, a soft smile pulling at her lips.

"Oh, I'm a bit tired and sore but I'll manage." Harry said.

Narcissa nodded and opened the door wider, walking inside with a small cart full of different medicines and bandages. She pushed the cart over to his bedside and closed the door, walking over to him and sitting down in a small armchair.

"We better get that cleaned up," she said, gesturing to the open cut on Harry's head. "It could get infected."

"Right, thanks." Harry said. He moved closer to the edge of the bed to give Narcissa better access to his head. He was feeling very awkward; this was his first time properly talking to her about subjects other than Draco or his abusive past...Harry wasn't a very good talker in the first place and now he was having a conversation with his boyfriend's mother.

Or ex-boyfriend, Harry wasn't quite sure which one.

Narcissa took some gauze and poured a clear liquid onto it, waiting for all of it to be soaked up and ten holding Harry's head with her free hand. "This may burn a bit," she said. Before Harry could do or say anything, she gently placed the gauze on his cut and Harry immediately flinched, a sharp pain running over his head. "Sorry! It'll dwindle in a minute. Try and stay still, moving around will make it worse."

"Mrs. Malfoy," Harry started

"Please, call me Narcissa." she cut in.

Harry cleared his throat. "Right, Narcissa. Erm...so do you have medical work experience? You seem very knowledgeable."

Narcissa shook her head. "No, I don't have much work experience at all. Lucius has always brought in all the money, and of course we're an old-money family so we don't have to work especially hard. I learned most of this through my son. As a mother it's really my main job to be there for him."

"Of course. His father mustn't've been around very often to clean him up." Harry said.

"No, not really. But even when he was home, it was always me Draco came to with injuries. Lucius isn't really the paternal kind." Narcissa said, continuing to clean the cut.

"Sometimes I think that Draco's afraid of him," Harry said. 

They both were quiet for a moment, and Harry mentally slapped himself for saying that. But it was true; Draco always talks so high and mighty about his father and just by looking at his surface, no one would really be able to tell, but Harry notices a certain look in his eyes...it just never feels right when he talks about Lucius.

"You're probably right." Narcissa finally said. "He wasn't a very good father."

Harry scoffed. "I believe it. How did you end up with him anyway? I just mean that you're both really different..."