Draco sobbed once more into his pillow, it wasn't fair, it justt wasn't fair. His eyes were red and puffy, as he had been crying for quite a while.
Narcissa Malfoy entered the room of her beloved son, to find him a nervous wreck.
-'Oh honey, it'll be bether, I know it.' she said, truly knowing what she talked about
-'But, but why?' Draco hiccuped through his sobs
-'I can't tell you that, but if you want to know, you can have my diary from my first broken heart, ok?' she smiled sadly, bracing her from the hysterous cries of denial that never came.
-'You mean it?' he asked his mother with a hint of hope in his hoarse voice(spelling?)
-'Of course I do my little dragon, have I ever lied or decived you before, just let me get it for you.' Narcissa kissed him on his forehead and went to fetch her old diary
She smiled with teary eyes as she gave it to her only child, remebering the first entry she had written in the little black book no longer in her care:
:::Property of NariCissa Black:::
She had been so naive then, thinking if only he had loved her too, that she migth not have married Lucius, but she had not been informed of his fiancee, nor of his curse. But thise innocent times had been nice to return to, instead of living in this time of dust, where the battlefield was still covered in blood from he dead, at least the dark lord hadn't been victorious, that would have been even worse, for all of them.