Draco walked out of his bedroom, and decided that he was going to go home. Maybe it would be easier if he saw his mother, Narcissa, again. She might calm him down a little bit.

He walked down the hallways, memories of the last four months filling his mind. He passed the potions classroom, remembering the first time he realized he liked Hermione. Then, he walked past the Great Hall remembering Blaise and Hermione. Draco walked out the elegant doors unto the garden where they first confessed their love. He sat down in the middle of some tiger lilies. After watching the clouds for a few moments, Draco got up again. He brushed himself off and Apparated as the night started to loom over head.

Narcissa was yelling at one of her maids because they hadn't cleaned the windows in Draco's room well enough, when she heard a crack and then the door bell ring. Instead of letting one of the maids get it, she ran to the door.

"Would you like me to get that, miss?" Luna, one of the servants, asked nicely.

"No, I believe I have hands, you filthy piece of scrap." Narcissa answered sharply.

Narcissa opened the door, and she had to resist wrapping her arms around the man in the doorway.

"Hello Draco. What brings you here? Shouldn't you still be in school?" She asked.

"I came here for some advice. I seem to be having some trouble, and would like some suggestions." He replied uncomfortably.

"You didn't get that Pansy girl pregnant did you? Did you kill somebody? Oh my god, you killed somebody?!?"

Draco laughs lightly, and replies, "No, I didn't do any of that, but we do need to talk."

Narcissa nodded, and turned left into the Front Entrance Study room. She sat down at the writing desk on the other side of the room, and then she motioned for Draco to sit with her.

"What are your troubles, Draco?"

"Well, um…do you remember Hermione Granger?"

"Yes…bushy hair, big teeth, and a reputation for being a know-it-all. What about her?"

"I'm…I'm in love with her." Draco states.

"You have let yourself fall in love with that mudblood?"

"Yes, I have, but please don't judge her like that."

"I will judge the mudblood however I want to. She is not a good influence on you, and do you know how your father will react to that?" Narcissa replied sharply.

"Mother…just listen will you?" Draco pleads. Narcissa sighs. "Draco, I only want for you what's best."

"Hermione is the best for me!"

"Are you sure? I don't want her messing up the Malfoy family blood lines."

"Yes, I can't see myself without her. She is my life and reason, and you know our family will end sometime with our 'pureblood-only' attitude. The pure-bloods are becoming more and more sparse. " Draco replies honestly.

Narcissa stared at Draco for a moment. "If you are sure that she is the one for you, then go for it. I don't need for you to turn out like your father, or me either. I never married your father because I loved him. I married him because I forced to, but don't think I do not care for him. I do care, but I do not truly in love with him. I have always loved somebody else, but they are now living a happy life without me."

"Who was it, mother?"

She looked down at the floor. "It was long ago and it doesn't matter, but your future and feelings do matter. I want to see you and Hermione happy together. I never really liked Pansy either…that was Lucius' idea. Go after Hermione, Draco. Love her like you have never loved somebody before. Treasure her life like your own, and never forget her if she ever goes, no matter how the circumstances are."

When she looked up, Narcissa saw tears flowing from Draco's pastel face. She knew she had said the right thing. He walked over to her, and hugged her. Narcissa hugged him back, and when he let go, she realized she was crying as well.

"I know Hermione has hurt you, Draco, but she will come back to you. If she has half of the brain she claims she has, then she will stick with you forever."

"How did you know of my pain?"

"I could see it in your eyes. Pain is sited there so powerfully...It's sort of apparent to a mother when their children are hurt. I don't know what she has done, but if you love her this much, I know this fight won't last. You haven't felt this way about anybody before, have you?"

"No…" Draco wiped his face, and looked at his mother with a scared look on his face. "Where is father? He will beat me if he sees me crying like a child."

A maid burst into the room, with her face as white as if she had seen a ghost. Both Malfoys stare at the intruder for a moment, before the maid speaks.

"Excuse me, but I have found Master Malfoy in a horrible state! I don't know what to do. He looks dead, and I don't know if he's breathing."

Narcissa stood up, and ran out the door as fast as her ample dress would carry her.

The only words that flew from Narcissa's commanding mouth were, "Lead me to him."