First HP fic! More drabblish than anything though…

Draco looked sadly at the destruction that had been inflicted on Hogwarts during the battle. He took consolation for the fact that the Dark Lord was dead, by accidental suicide.

Clusters of students and teachers dotted the lawn and hallways of Hogwarts. They looked up and moved away in fear as he passed, heading to the Great Hall.

There were even more people here, hovering over the wounded, crying over the dead, and fawning over the victor, Harry Potter. The one person he was looking for was crying hopeless tears, very different from her usual proud demeanor.

"Mother," Draco said, laying a hand on Narcissa Malfoy's shoulder.

She looked up, and more tears leaked out the corners of her eyes, "My dragon," she cried, embracing him tightly.

Draco shifted uncomfortably as Narcissa's thin frame wracked with quiet sobs. He wasn't used to hugs. A Malfoy didn't show this much emotion in public.

But, he thought, things could change.

He hugged his mother back, but didn't cry. That'd have to wait awhile.

Well? Well? What do you think?

I changed it a bit...

What do you think now?