Disclaimer: I don't own the rhyme 'Monday's Child', from which this story and its sections get their names. None of the sources I could find seem to know who doesown it, but it's not me.
Author's Notes: For days on which none of the main characters were born, I've given a birth date to someone who didn't previously receive one from JKR. Not counting titles and birth dates, all drabbles are 100 words.
Monday's Child is Fair of Face
Narcissa Malfoy - Monday, 7 September 1955
"Do not cause trouble," she warns him. "Our… situationis too precarious. Do whatever Snape says."
He nods, his gaze flitting around the busy station.
"Draco, are you listening?" she asks sharply.
He turns back to her, contrite. "Yes."
"Good." If he missteps, they will all suffer—probably at Bella's hand. Narcissa suppresses a shudder.
"Be careful." She doesn't add, "I love you." He already knows, and besides, love is an emotion, and emotions are weaknesses. Weakness is the one thing the Malfoys cannot afford.
"I will," he says, boarding the train.
Normally, she'd leave now. Today, she waits.