I'm not going to lie here, i got totally happy and smiled like a freak when i seen this story had reviews and more then one! YAY! Thanks, bluelover13, Maraxus and dutch potterfan. You guys are great 3
I hope i don't let you'se down with this chapter, it's once again really early in the morning and i can't sleep. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter.
Narcissa walked around the neat and tidy little kitchen this apartment held. She was thinking of her son and her grandchild. She wondered how long him and the Weasley girl had been together for, how old her grand daughter was. There was alot Draco had to answer but for now, she needed to help him in any way she could. In her mind, it was a good thing the girl left but looking at the love and hurt in Draco's eyes, she couldn't make herself believe that.
She left the kitchen and wondered down the hallway, she was sure this was the way her son had walked, she stopped when she seen an open door and on the floor of the decently sized room was Draco, crying. She hadn't seem him cry in so long. She wasn't quite sure what to do, should she run over and hold him like she did when he was little? How would he react to that? She had to do something, she couldn't just stand there and look at him on his knees in the middle of the floor with tears streaming down his face. She walked a little past the door and seen the note in his hand. Was that from the girl? What did she say? Her address maybe? No. Why would Draco be crying if he knew where she went? She stepped a little closer and heard Draco sniffle, that was her breaking point she walked across the room and dropped to the floor next to him, wrapped her arms around him and let him cry.
There were no words she could say to him. She couldn't tell him it would all be okay because she had no idea herself so she just let him cry and stayed beside him so at least he knew someone was there for him.
Draco opened his eyes, the room was dark, had he really been crying that long? He looked up and saw his mothers usually cold blue eyes staring down at him but now those eyes held emotion. His mother had been like him, had learnt from his father that showing emotion was weak, it would get you killed. The last time he seen any emotion show on her face was at her husbands funeral but it was gone in a flash because the Malfoy family that was present believed the same as Luicius. Emotions get you killed.
He stared at his mother for Merlin knows how long before standing, straightening his shirt and wiping his eyes.
"This isn't going to get anything done, i have to find her, mother. She will be my wife." With that he held his hand out to his mother to help her off the wooden floor.
Narcissa didn't think anything different so she nodded, accepted his hand and stood, straightened her own dress and wiped a few stray tears that had left her eyes. "Of course, Draco."
"I will take you back to the Manor then figure out what needs to be down. She can't have gone far. If she disapparated with Lyra, which i really don't think she would.." He added at the horrified look on his mothers face "but if she did then Lyra can be traced by the ministry. If she flooed from here, she can be traced but it will be a little harder if she used muggle transportation."
"It's fine, Son. I can floo myself home. You just find them and bring them home safe, okay?" Draco looked a little stunned but nodded, kissed his mother on the cheek and left the room.
Narcissa looked down and lying on the floor was the paper she had seen in Draco's hand. She picked it up and read it.
Astoria? She thought, Astoria Greengrass? Surely she did not leave because of her. She pondered this as she's walking out of the room, down the hallway and into the fireplace to return to her home.
Draco walked of the room his mother was standing in, down the hallway and into the closet that held their cloaks, when he opened the door all he could see were his own cloaks and shoes. He sighed. Now that he had time to think about it, he couldn't believe he had asked so much from her, something that now he found wrong.
He wasn't ashamed of his daughter or his girlfriend. Definitely not, but his whole life his grown up to think he would have Malfoy Holdings in his posession, he would fall inlove with a Pureblood and after he married said Pureblood, she would bare his children, but everything went so wrong.
He grabbed his cloak from the hook, stepped out and closed the door then continued down the hall to the fireplace, took a handful of green powder, stepped in the fireplace and said his desired location.
Once he stepped out of the fireplace at the Ministry of Magic, into the Auror department he set out to find the last person he ever thought he'd go to for help. Harry Potter.
I know this is awfully short but it just felt like a good place to leave it? haha. Well, i'm going to try and get two hours sleep. Reviews would be awesome :)
