It just Does
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
Summary- A simple fight is never just a simple fight. How can everything going from being prefect to disaster over one little thing? Read and find out.
A couple of weeks had past since Draco and Harry fought. Harry was still living with Hermione and Ron. Draco on the other hand had left his and Harry's house and is staying at the Malfoy Manor with his mother. Draco got out of bed and went to have a shower, after he finished he walked downstairs and into the kitchen, he saw his mother already at the table eating her breakfast.
"Morning mother." Draco said and kissed her cheek
"Morning dear." Draco sat down at the table and ate his breakfast. Their breakfast was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, Narcissa got up and answered it.
"Can I help you?" She asked
"Mrs. Malfoy I know Draco is here can I just talk to him?" Harry asked. Draco listened to the conversation
"Mr. Potter, I can assure you my son is not here." her voice held and cold distant tone
"Mrs. Malfoy please." Harry pleaded
"After you hurt him the way you did, no. Now if you don't mind, leave." Narcissa closed the door in his face, Harry stood there for a second before nodding his head and walking away. Draco watched him leave from the window. Draco continued to stare at the now empty drive way, he was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of a owl tapping on the window. He opened the window and let the owl in, he took the note from it's leg and the owl flew away. He opened the letter.
"Dear Draco.
How are you? I hope you are doing better than the last time we spoke. I'll have you know Harry has been a mess. He is deeply sorry for what happened. Well anyways the reason I wrote you this is to tell you that Ron and I are having a celebration. It an anniversary celebration, him and I have been married for three years. I would really appreciate it, if you would come. I understand completely if you don't want to but please consider coming. Just remember Harry will be here.
It'll take place next Saturday it starts around 12:30.
Sincerely.
Hermione Granger-Weasley."
"You gonna go?" Narcissa asked after she read the letter
"I don't know." Draco sat down on the couch beside his mother, he rested his head against her shoulder "Mother?"
"Yes?" she asked while stroking his arm in comfort
"Why does it hurt so much?"
"Ohh Draco." Narcissa wrapped her arms around her son, who was struggling not to break down "Honey I don't the answer to that question. It just does." Narcissa rested her head on top of Draco which was resting against her chest. Even though Draco was slightly taller than his mother, she was still his mother and he would always be her baby, she would never trade that for the world.
