A/N: Thank you for the reviews 3. This one is a bit short for my liking, but the brain refused to give me more ideas. Nonetheless, please enjoy this chapter, and wait for the next one. Much love xx

Disclaimer: Let me say this one more time. Harry Potter and his friends will never be mine.

CHAPTER 7: Only Her

"Draco dear. May I speak with you for a moment?" forevermore graceful Narcissa Malfoy spoke after she knocked on Draco's door.

"Yes, mother. Considering that I have nothing important to do now, I can spend time with you. I haven't been in your arms for, let me think, two minutes now." Draco said laughing as his mother rolled her eyes.

Both of the Malfoys learnt to express their love for each other after the war. If not now, when? It was awkward at first. After few times of hugging and kissing each other's' foreheads, Draco began to seek for it when he didn't get it for that day. Now, he would hug his mother every morning before he went out for work, and every evening when he came home.

"What are you thinking, mother?" he asked. He's head on his mother's lap. He likes the feeling of someone playing with his hair. He wouldn't let anyone play with his hair, except his mother (when he is off work).

"I'm thinking of… grandchildren, Draco. When are you going to give me at least one?" His mother looked at him lovingly. Suddenly she heard Draco faked his snores. She slapped him lightly on his arm. "Draco!"

"Concerning my being now, I am a male with no womb to bear a child. So I'm sorry, I couldn't make your wish come true, mother. You see, it takes two to… Ow!" he earned a slap on his arm again, "Tango."

"I am not kidding, Draco." she faked a cough, "see? I'm getting old. I hope to see my grandchild before I die. Even if I couldn't send them off to Hogwarts for their first time, at least I can see them, and then I can die peacefully." She faked two or three more coughs.

"Oh mother. You're so unbelievable. Okay, okay. I'm currently having my eyes on someone. But you may not like her, mother. Let alone father." His word sounds bitter at the last one.

"Why? Is she a muggleborn?"

"Correct! 50 points to Slytherin!" he screamed and got another slap. He laughed. "You know her, mother. And, I'm not sure if she would accept me, mother. After all, I practically tormented her all day every day during our school years."

"I thought you apologized to her. And she accepted it, didn't she?"

"Well, yeah. But – wait, how do you know who she is?"

"I'm your mother. I know everything." Draco narrowed his eyes to slits before his mother surrendered. "Okay, okay. Well, first, you practically chant her name all summer during your school years. Babbling about how she's insufferable know-it-all, goody-two-shoes, buck-toothed-beaver, the girl with the bird's nest as a hair and countless more insults."

"I regret them, okay mother. Do you approve her as your daughter-in-law? What about father? If he doesn't approve, I won't marry at all. I'll be a man spinster." He said, dreading the thoughts.

"I've learnt to let go our old beliefs, son. Even if she was a muggle, I'll accept her with an open heart. About your father, I'll take care of it. He wouldn't be able to say no."

"Thanks, mother. I love you so much."

"I love you more, son." She said kissing his forehead.

"I could never get enough of this." Draco said, enjoying his mother loving touch.

"Now, go get my future daughter-in-law. I can't wait to meet her." Draco saw the glint in her eyes for the first time since his father was sentenced in Azkaban.

"What if she rejects me?"

"Oh, don't you worry, son. I have tricks up my sleeves."

"You're not going to use imperius curse on her, right?" he earned another slap before he dramatically gasped. "I have to brew the love potion, aren't I?"

"Of course not. Go. Invite her for a tea. Preferably today." With that, his mother strode out of his room closing the door behind him, probably ordering the house elves to prepare some tea and confectionaries for her so called future daughter-in-law. He fetched his muggle device used for communication via text messaging or calls to send a text to Hermione.

Morning, Granger. Care for a tea at my house today at 4? – DM

Morning, Malfoy. For what occasion may I ask? – HG

Nothing important. Mother wants to meet you. You have to come to know why. – DM

Is that so? You're not trying to trick me, aren't you? – HG

Gosh, Granger. I'm hurt. Of course not. So, are you coming? – DM

Let me think. – HG

"Please, please, please, please say you would come. Come on, Granger." He became restless as he waited for her answer. He paced around his bedroom and then stopped by his bed. Then he let himself fell on the bed and waited for exactly seven minutes and twenty five seconds (not that he counted) before his phone rang, new text's received.