Narcissa sighed heavily watching her son's stubborn expression. Draco was sitting straight in his bed, sheets thrown away, arms crossed over his small chest, and the chin high up in the air, the haughty looks misplaced on a five-years-old boy's face.

It was nine in the evening, and every little boy, at this time, should be sleeping, even a Malfoy.

But Draco remained obstinate. He didn't want his mother to tuck him in, and he didn't even want her to take him in her arms and rock him to sleep.

"Don't you want me to read a story, darling?"

"No! Don't wanna sleep!"

In desperation, she drew out her wand and began to create bright forms in the air: a wand, a broom, a castle…

"Oh, look, love!"

Draco glanced at it, seemingly interested at first, then quickly indifferent, and even disdainful.

"Not even nice!"

He waved his hand irritably through the fictitious forms, and they dispersed in the air like twinkling smoke wreath. Narcissa sighed again. Lucius had been making a vicious and spoiled brat out of her child.

But she still had a string to her bow. A souvenir from a childhood's friend, whose parents were Muggles. She got out of the room swiftly, came back almost immediately with the thing, and put it down before the young mister Malfoy. Even with all his affected airs, the boy couldn't resist to take a good look and ask about it.

"What's that?"

To be truthful, Narcissa herself didn't really know. It seemed one of those things Muggle used to have light, wrapped in a cube with strange patterns. And, of course, with a string – a plug – sticking out at one end. Narcissa put a spell on the plug, and the machine began to spread a soft light, turning slowly and casting the patterns on the walls. There was also music, from a little song Narcissa vaguely remembered from her childhood. Draco was transfixed in the sight of the night light, experimentally touching it.

"This is not magic?" he finally asked without looking away from the lamp.

"No. It's electric."

"Eletic?"

"Electric."

"E-lec-tric. Electric. It's beautiful."

Narcissa smiled. She gently took the night light from her boy's hands and put it on the bedside table without turning it out. Draco was now watching the patterns moving on the walls, and didn't protest when his mother made him lie down and drew the sheets back on him. He already couldn't keep his eyes open. He murmured a few words before falling asleep, though.

"Mom? You're beautiful as Electric."

She finished tucking him in and left quietly. Of course, the night light wouldn't last long. Lucius would never forgive her for that, and when Draco would learn that it came from Muggles…

But if it would make Draco to always look at her like he just did, she would face Lucius through hell and beyond.