Hey! So, it came to my attention that you guys don't really understand what Draco's doing in jail.

Yeah, my bad.

Anyways, I wrote this to help you guys understand.

Narcissa sat on her chair, and continued worrying her lip.

She'd started this little habit six years ago, when they came and snatched her family away from her.

In an attempt to be kind, her husband and her son both pleaded in the courts that she was merely a woman who refused to leave because of her love for her son. It was true; Narcissa Malfoy did not bear the Dark Lord's mark.

The courts ultimately sided in her favor, and released her.

Narcissa was deeply saddened.

She was now forced to live in a house, all alone, her entire family either dead or locked away in prison.

She spent her days looking forward to the one day a month she was allowed to see her son.

She never understood fully why they took him away.

They spared her, right?

But, no. Her son bore the Dark Lord's mark. He brought about the capture of Hogwarts and the death of its beloved Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

So her son was snatched away, for six years.

Six years in a small hole underground, barely any food, barely any light.

Her son was to be released in one week. The happiness that flowed through her veins was absolutely indescribable. I shall not sully her happiness with mere words. 'Happiness' is almost alien to this feeling coursing throughout her small frame now. Only Mothers could understand such a feeling. It is somewhat akin to the feeling a Mother gets when she first lays her eyes on her newborn child.

Absolutely indescribable.

"Narcissa Malfoy?" Her head shot up to the young witch that held a clipboard. "You may visit your son now." Unbeknownst to Narcissa, she had created a small spot inside this young witch's heart. Never did Narcissa miss one meeting with her son. She felt that her son didn't deserve to be here. Almost immediately after Draco's release from this small prison, she quit and went into business for herself, selling some 'thing' or other.

Narcissa made her way slowly to her son's cell. Every time she saw him, her heart almost broke. Another feeling only Mothers can empathize with.

"Mother. I am to be released tomorrow." Draco gave a small hint of a smile. Tears sprung to Narcissa's eyes.

"Yes. I know. I was wondering, when I could meet her?" Draco rolled his eyes, trying his best to act normal for his mother, a memory of a smirk twisting on his lips in a feeble, dying dance.

"I have to know if she'll still have me, Mother. After all, it had been six years." Draco was very good at hiding his true emotions. Even from his Mother.

"I don't understand, Draco. Why could I have not spoken with her before hand?" Narcissa was confused as to why, when he was in prison, did he ignore the one woman he loved.

"Because, she would have wanted to come if she knew."

"Of course." Narcissa knew this was why. He didn't want her to see him like this. He barely wanted his Mother to see him like this. His fragile heart couldn't take it if his one and only love fully knew what he went through because of his past mistakes.

He only hoped that he wasn't too late.

A small, precious shard of light glittered across the room, and with this, Draco could watch the only picture on his wall.

It was small, and moved. The girl in it hid her eyes from the bright sun, a large smile on her face. She moved happily, wondering over and under the tree's branches.

This was a picture that was silently stolen during a summer's day. They'd shared two week with each other before he was taken away. During all this time, Draco had stolen many pictures of this beautiful woman who'd stolen his heart. The summer breeze played with her hair, the sun caressed her features. Draco could almost smell the sun warmed apples and freshly mowed grass.

His fingers traced her fleeting outline as she disappeared behind the tree's large trunk, stepping carefully over the large roots and ducking gracefully under the branches, smiling beautifully all the while.

Narcissa knew that this girl would take her son back. How could she not? No, she would love him, still. And then she would have a Daughter. And her son would start to heal.

Narcissa's life was looking less lonely by the moment, and her heart swelled as the tears fell.

So, does this help?

I hope so.

Just so you guys know, I have zero intention to continue adding to this story. Sorry.

However, I just had to write this when someone told me about my major flaw. (Thank you, Slytherin'sSarah!)

And, I also want to take this time and say:

THANK YOU!!!! T-T

To all my lovely fans! I was absolutely shocked when I got good reviews, almost burst through the ceiling jumping for joy when I got added to 'Favotire Stories's and 'Favorite Author's Lists everywhere! GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Thank you guys SO MUCH! I wrote this for ya'll!