Hello all. I know. I suck at updating. But last night, I got a sort of idea for a Dramione, so...here you are. I hope you enjoy. Also, it's very likely to switch between Draco and Hermione's POV, so be prepared. (I'll warn you when it happens.)

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It was one of those warm summer days that Draco rarely seemed to enjoy, yet today, he was enjoying it immensely. Then again, that was probably because his father had just kicked him out, not knowing Draco had bought a flat in Muggle London months ago and would often stay there. So Draco wasn't really too tore up about being kicked out, though his mother was currently screaming her head off at her husband.

Draco wasn't even sure what had caused his father to kick him out. Perhaps it was because he had voiced that he was thinking about going to a Muggle university, just for a bit of change of scenery.

Though the war had been over for several years now, Lucius Malfoy was still stuck in his old ways of Pureblood mania. He detested the fact that Draco wanted to go study with Muggles, but Draco could've cared less.

At least he would be away from here, he thought with a content smile. But the more he thought about it, he wasn't sure he wanted to go to a Muggle university. No, what he'd really like to do is travel. It was idyllic, especially since he'd had very little time to relax lately, and being abroad would help immensely, due to the fact that it would involve being as far away as possible from his deranged father.

It also gave him the chance to get away from a very whiny, annoying Pansy Parkinson who was still bothering him about their break up that had taken place nearly four months ago. Talk about not letting go, he thought with a grumble.

"Draco?" His mother's voice floated out to him and he looked up to see her walking towards him, dressed in a simple black dress that hung just below her knees. She wore black heels and her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, where it brushed just between her shoulder blades. She was smiling at him and he smiled back.

"Mother."

"Draco, your father is being…unreasonable at the moment," she told him in a restrained voice. She was silent a moment before she said, "I think it'd be best if you went ahead and went to your flat."

Narcissa Malfoy was the only person who knew about his flat in Muggle London, and he was definitely not regretting the decision. A Mummy's Boy he most certainly was.

Draco nodded, sighing. "Alright," he said. "I'll pack up the rest of my things and leave."

Narcissa nodded and said, "Your father has left to go see an old friend. Be sure to be gone before he gets back."

"If I'm not, I'll just Apparate as soon as I see him," Draco said carelessly.

"Good," Narcissa said. "Now hurry."

Draco nodded and, two hours later, he had only two more boxes to Apparate over to his flat.

As he picked up his last box, Narcissa entered his old room, looking at him wistfully.

"I remember when I decorated this for you," she said quietly, her hands running over the silk wallpaper. "Your father insisted on green, so I begrudgingly put the wallpaper up. The rug belonged to my father, you know. He gave it to me when I told him about you. He was so proud, as was my mother."

Draco nodded vaguely, not really listening.

"Of course, your aunt wanted to put clippings up of You-Know-Who, to which I said 'no' to immediately," she continued darkly. Draco's ears perked up at the mention of his dead aunt, a death he was very much grateful for, if he was being honest. She was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself, if not a little worse. "She wasn't too pleased, of course, but she conceded after I reminded her you were my child, not hers."

"I thank you for pleading my case, Mother," Draco said with a grin.

She smiled and then sighed. "I'm so sorry I didn't protect you more, Draco."

"Mother, please," Draco said. "Please don't bring that up again. It's in the past and I'd very much not like to think of it."

"But you came out all right, didn't you?" she asked somewhat desperately.

"Yeah, no thanks to Dad or Aunt Bella," he said darkly. Then he sighed and said, "I'd better get out of here before Dad comes back."

Narcissa nodded and crossed the room to pull her son into a warm embrace.

"I promise to visit as often as I can," she vowed, her breath tickling Draco's neck.

"I love you, Mum," Draco said huskily.

"You too," she whispered.

As soon as she let him go, Draco Disapparated to his flat, where he collapsed onto the couch and promptly fell asleep, even though it was only six in the evening.

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