A/N: Sorry ladies and gents for the lateness that is my life. Don't eat me now. The next chapter is almost already complete but it's taken forever since I went under writer's block for the longest time and everything seemed really forced. I've worked through it though and I'm pleased to say there is some definite BlaisexGinny action going on. Quite the teaser, I know. But here's an interlude to tide you over until my next post, cross you fingers for the hope that it's soon.
Q&A and reviewers will all be on the next chapter since this is just an interlude type thing. You can still submit in your questions and I'll answer them in the next chapter.
Onto Narcissa Malfoy's thoughts on Hermione and Draco!
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Hermione had re-read Narcissa Malfoy's letter a good number of times before eyeing the books and making neat piles of each coloured tie. The blond woman seemed to tie the ribbons around each book either yellown orange or red for it's potential threat.
It was all Hermione could manage to do before heading off to bed. While the books called to her inner bookworm like a Weasley brother to food, she was too drained.
Worrying about Draco, though she wouldn't admit it, had had it's effect on her. He had just looked so pale and his face was taught with pain. It had left her beside herself.
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As Hermione drifted off to sleep, the Malfoy matriarch sat down on her chaise within the chambers of her bedroom in the Manor, sipping her tea in quiet reflection.
Draco was undergoing the turning and it pained her with the knowledge that she could do nothing to help her son, to ease his pain, but to aid his mate.
His mate. Hermione Granger.
Narcissa would willingly admit that at first, her son's infatuation with the girl was a constant source of irritation. She had never been a fanatic against Muggleborns like Lucius had been, but she had been an elitist, finding that many Muggleborns she had met lacked refinement that Pureblood families had demanded. Never had she backed Lucius in his madness but she had shared the same opinion of their less than redeeming social grace. It had turned her blood when her son had come home and she had overheard his conversation with Blaise.
It had taken her time to come to terms with his feelings for the young witch but she did overcome them, with her son in mind. There had been extremely difficult moments, when all she wanted to do was speak to her son and demand he get over the Granger girl. Certainly there were moments where she had even considered underhanded Slytherin tactics to get her way in the matter. But always at the end of the day, she knew in her heart she would do nothing to shatter the happiness her son had finally managed to find within the cold world he had unwillingly become entrenched in. And slowly, she had come to see Hermione Granger in a better light, enough to see what had attracted her son to the brunette.
When the war had gotten even more severe, she had seen how the young woman had held herself in the face of adversity. She was not girl, yes, but she had barely stepped foot into womanhood yet she knew how to gain respect from those around her and had never wilted when even the most foul of insults had been hurtled at her along with the darkest of spells and curses.
In those moments, Hermione Granger had unknowingly earned Narcissa's respect.
The time that Draco had told her who his blood had chosen, she had had some suspicions that it would be the young witch who had captivated him for so long. When years before it would have turned her stomach that a Muggleborn would be bound to her son, it had at that moment been a calm acceptance of the ever changing times and opinions of the world and her perception of it. She had come to respect the brilliant young woman, enough to acknowledge that she would be a perfect balance and anchor in her son's life and what would be a tumultuous year as they start their relationship.
In truth, she also acknowledged that even if she hadn't wanted Hermione with her son, there was nothing she could have done to change the calling of Draco's blood. She would have lost her son if she had failed to accept the mate who was at the very core of importance to a Veela. It was a purely selfish point but one she would admit she had included in her reasoning.
The blond sighed, swirling her tea in her tea cup before taking another sip, her mouth tugging upwards into a small smile as she thought of the note she received.
The witch was well suited to her son and from all that she had heard and seen from Hermione, Narcissa knew her son had chosen well. Though it pained her, like it did every mother, to watch another woman take importance in her son's life, she was assured that she wasn't putting her son's heart in jeopardy of damage.
She put down the empty cup onto the small glass coffee table for a house elf to attend to and went to bed with the knowledge that her son would be taken care of.
Besides, a wicked part of her thought that maybe karma had a funny sense of humour, giving her this reward, because as adorable as Draco had been as a child, he had been and always would be quite the devil to handle. Good luck, Hermione.
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A/N: And the Malfoy matriarch has spoken. Hehe. Hope you enjoyed that tiny snippet of 'A Day In the Life of'. Next chapter is being laboured over, no throwing stones at the authoress please. I swear you'll love the next edition.
