Sweets, Treats And Candy Coated Chaos Chapter 4
It was late morning when Draco sat at his desk in his darkened office reading and rereading the letter that his little witch had sent him.
He was so thankful that she had actually replied instead of blowing it off as a hoax.
His grey eyes scanned her words and tried to make sense of the meaning behind it.
He could tell that she was hesitant, but as he knew already; she was brave and would push through because of her never ending curiosity.
The blonde wizard smiled happily at the thought of Hermione finally being his.
A quiet knock sounded on his office door as he called out a muffled "come in" as he desperately tried to find a place to hide the letters.
Narcissa Malfoy practically pranced into the room as she laid out a tray of breakfast foods in front of her son that rarely ever came out of the office.
"Hello Draco darling! My, what a pretty smile you have. It's been so long since I've seen it light up your face. Tell me child, what is it that is making you so full of joy?"
She said as she gave him a soft smile and took a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk.
Draco sighed heavily and gave up trying to hide the letters as he placed them on the desk and slid them over to his mother.
Narcissa picked up the letters and read each one in turn, her eyes never straying once from the two pieces of parchment.
When she was done she placed them neatly down onto his desk and looked up at him with a slight tilt of her head.
"Hermione Granger? The witch that's friends with Harry Potter? You've finally gotten up the nerve to confess your love for her? It only took you ten years."
She said as she let out an airy chuckle.
Draco's eyes widened as a rosy blush spread from his cheeks all the way up to his ears.
"You mean you knew? Bloody hell mother. All these years I thought you and father hated her. I thought I was supposed to hate her. I thought for sure that you'd disown me if I tried to seek affection from her."
He said as a shocked expression took over his features.
Narcissa shook her head firmly before giving him a serious look.
"Of course I knew Draco. Your father may have hated muggles and muggleborns but I never have and I never once wanted you raised in the atrocious manner that Lucius always thought was best for you. I will happily support you courting Ms. Granger and I do expect that when the time is right you will marry her and give me those grandbabies I've always wanted."
If Draco's eyes could get any larger, they would've completely popped out of his eyes sockets at that exact moment.
"MOTHER! What on earth are you talking about?! I thought you and father both hated muggles! For my ENTIRE life I've been raised to hate them. And now you're telling me that everything is all fine and dandy and you expect Hermione and I to get married and produce heirs?!"
Narcissa crooked an eyebrow at her son who looked as red as a tomato and merely tapped her manicured fingernails on the top of the desk with an impatient look.
"I'm saying Draco that I may have loved your father but I never agreed with anything he said about life. It was his decision to teach you whatever he wanted. I wasn't allowed to stop him. If I had, I would've been killed. You remember his temper don't you? I never thought I'd say this but I'm rather happy with him dying from the Dementor's Kiss last year."
There was a small part of him that was appalled by his mother's candidness but the rest of him felt like he was going to jump out of his skin and do the biggest happy dance that Wizarding England had ever seen.
"Well…that's great, mum. I appreciate this little heart to heart we're bloody having but I really do need to send this letter to Mione before she leaves for work."
He said as he gave his mother a crooked smile which she returned happily.
"Of course dear. When you do finally see each other in person, please invite her here for afternoon tea. I do love hearing about her adventurous tales."
Draco absently nodded as he made a shooing motion towards the door before he tied the letter to his owl's leg.
His mother sauntered over to the door but before she exited the room completely she leaned against the doorframe in an uncharacteristically relaxed display.
"You know Draco dear, I really do love the prospect of you getting out of this god awful room. After all, life is meant to be lived, not observed."
The youngest Malfoy watched as his owl faded into the sky before he turned around to respond to his mother but found she was no longer there.
Leaning back in his leather chair, he dropped his hands on the hard wooden surface of his desk as he thought about what she had said.
She was absolutely right.
A whole world was out there for him to explore.
And he knew exactly who he wanted to explore it with.