ukey, this one takes place mabey three weeks after the first one.
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"Mama, mama, can's m'friend stays wiv' us?" Draco asked excitedly. Narcissa smiled at his enthusiasm, but spoke sternly.
"Ask properly, my dragon." He calmed himself, and tucked his hands behind his back.
"May my friend come spend the weekend with us, mother?" She smiled, and held out one hand to Harry, who hesitantly moved to take it, and drew him forwards.
"We must ask his parents, Draco."
"Got no parents," he whispered before she could ask; she had noticed he never raised his voice.
"Then who takes care of you, little one?" she asked gently.
"Aunt." He pointed to a horse-faced woman watching the little playground bully with a loving gaze. Narcissa made a small grimace of distaste.
"Very well, we shall ask your aunt. Your best behavior, Draco." Draco nodded solemnly, and as the three of them made their way over to his aunt, Harry lingered behind the other two, sucking his thumb with wide eyes. "Excuse me, madam-"Narcissa began, and the woman turned to face them, her social smile fading when her eyes landed on Harry, hovering uncertainly behind Draco.
"That boy giving you problems? I'm terribly sorry-"
"He has been no trouble at all," Narcissa stated firmly. "My son was wondering if he could spend the weekend with us." Draco nodded solemnly behind her, his eyes wide with surprise at the way this woman talked about his gentle friend. Harry was intently studying the ground at his feet.
"No disrespect, ma'am-"
"Lady," Narcissa said. "Lady Malfoy." She twitched her hand, calling attention to the elaborate ring she wore, and Harry's aunt inclined her head briefly.
"Lady, but I don't see why your son would invite him. He's got bad blood, he has; his father was a worthless lay about, what stole my sister's good name from her." Narcissa's face hardened; she knew exactly who his parent's were, and young Harry was heir to a Lordship of his own when he came of age. It was one reason she had allowed her son to befriend the boy.
"Be as that may," she said coldly, "My son has taken a liking to him, and wishes his company over the weekend." She stared the woman down, icy eyes daring her to protest again. The woman looked away, and Narcissa took grim pleasure in her deference.
"Fine. The boy can go. Make sure he's back in time for pre-school on Monday." She turned away abruptly, ostensibly watching her son play. Narcissa nodded to her, and took the two boys' hands, leading them away, Apperating as soon as they were out of sight.
