Disclaimer: I own my thoughts on how Drarry is better, but everything else is Rowling's
A.N.: Just discovered my continuous misspelling of flue as flew. Will work on that.
Draco's PoV:
Draco looked at the stained glass and gemstone vase one last time before wrapping it up. It was his replica of the one his grandfather had commissioned for his grandmother for an anniversary, the Veela wasn't sure which one, and had been passed to Narcissa at her own wedding – something old, and all. His replica, while less valuable than the Muggle-designed Tiffany original, had a value all its own in the spells crafted in it, as well as in the cabochon gemstones used in place of the matching cabochon glass marbles. He planned to give this to his mother to celebrate her new freedom, the innocent verdict had granted her.
He also planned to take her with him on his outing with Andromeda and Teddy. Shakespeare had actually been a wizard, and his plays, even when preformed in adaptations, were always a delight. It was fun seeing the glimpses of jokes at the ideas Muggles had about witchcraft and wizardry – like the ones in Hamlet. This one, due to the time of year, late spring, was no doubt an adaptation of "A Midsummer's Night's Dream," always a favorite of Draco's.
Then, they would be off to the circus! Well fed, Teddy would be less susceptible to the highs, magical and natural, of sugar from sweets. The silver-eyed devil, ready to bring whatever mischief may come to his aunt, knew his young cousin would never resist the tender offerings of circus fair, no matter how full from his picnic repast.
He would give her the vase before they took off, he supposed. The original was still locked safely within their mutual vault, having been recovered by Borgin and Burkes, and bought by Draco shortly after the new year. He'd run across it, and came up with the idea for the replica while inventorying the vault, courting gifts in mind. He'd also discovered, to his horror, he had no idea what to give as a first gift, even after surveying his private vault as well. He would have to wait and see what gift Harry offered, and then plan accordingly.
He set the now wrapped vase down, and stood. It was almost time to flue over to his mother's, and then on to Andromeda's. He walked to his bedroom, and began getting ready. He had discovered Muggle fashion quite by accident in his poverty immediately following the seizing of assets, but still loved the pants called 'blue jeans.' For sitting on grass, and for the mess the circus was bound to be, they were perfect, too. The French and Americans could create wondrous things together!
He debated, and then chose not to wear a tie, leaving his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar and folded instead. He was going to be outside, after all. The park would be a mixed Muggle and magical events, so a cloak would be out of the question. Teddy would have to wear a hat, and would no doubt put up a fuss unless he wore one as well. He picked his favorite grey fedora, and then decided the hat looked too formal with his very casual attire. Frowning, he grabbed the only Muggle 'baseball cap' he owned – such ugly things! But, it was casual, and when one needed to blend in, it was perfect.
He wore no jewelry, save his Malfoy signet ring. Even his pearl cufflinks, with the stone's natural love abilities enhanced by the fact it was his June birthstone, were left behind. He needed no help loving his family, nor, on the first time seeing her since the trial in which he could have lost her, in appreciating his mother. Besides, the last time he'd worn them around Teddy was when the boy was four months old and teething; he'd nearly eaten one. The blond never really had gotten past the event.
He had a little less than an hour left, so he went into the kitchen, summoned his picnic basket, blanket and cushions, tableware, glassware, and of course dishes. A wave of his wand packed the lot of it, time to cook! One-Minute Feasts—It's Magic and Enchantment in Baking had become Draco's close and personal friends when he lost the elves he'd grown up with. Now, he could whip up a gourmet meal for hundreds in less than an hour; when he had the ingredients. A meal for five, simple and easy to digest, healthy and good for a growing child was child's play for Draco now.
He made a simple salad with only five kinds of lettuce, two types of radishes, regular orange and exotic purple carrots for color, mushrooms, snow peas, cherry tomatoes, cabbage, spinach leaves, the tops of cornflowers and broccoli, and lentils. He used only the most basic of toppings; yogurt covered raisins, mandarin orange sections, almond slivers, glazed pecans, cranberry-raisins, pineapple wedges, baked pumpkin seeds, bacon bits, sunflower seeds, a variety of bell peppers, and of course candied cherries. It really was just the most basic salad he could offer. For this, it would do.
He whipped up a chicken salad; intending to make chicken salad sandwiches on oversized croissants. He didn't think there was enough fruit offered so far, so he used the fruity version he'd learned. Thin on the sauce, it was half mayonnaise half ranch dressing for sauce, lots of chicken breast, celery, almonds, raisins, red, white, and purple grapes and red and green apples, seasoned just so with salt and pepper. He thought it might need a bit more pizazz, but Teddy was easily impressed.
He started to make a fruit salad, then suddenly grasped just how much salad that would be, and packed a bunch of loose apples, bananas, and pears and left it at that. Then he made the croissants. Nothing too fancy, just a standard sweet French bread recipe.
For drinks, fresh squeezed pumpkin juice was poured into a spill-proof pitcher, quickly packed away. Draco frowned thoughtfully, and then filled another, just to be certain. A smaller pitcher was filled with carrot juice for variety. He pondered for a moment, and settled on a recipe he'd gotten from the southern regions of America – banana pudding. Quick, easy, and simple as well as healthier than say, treacle tarts. Perfect for a growing boy! He smiled, and with a quick wave, it was done!
He still had thirty minutes before he needed to flue to his mother's, but, he decided, he'd rather go early, and spend the extra time talking. He did have some catching up. He summoned Harry's letter, to show her, and setting the fully packed basket to follow him, headed toward his fireplace. He was ready to begin his day.
He picked up the wrapped vase, and with his free hand, threw the powder in, calling out "Narcissa's place," as he stepped into the green flames. Stepping back out into her room sitting room, he first turned to check he still had everything with him… yes, excellent. He carefully dusted himself, and his possessions off, with a rapid Tergeo.