What Are You Saying
"You do realize that you are drunk, Lucius."
He reached out and took Narcissa's hand in his. "I have to go to a meeting tonight. When I get back, I'll explain everything. To both you and Draco. Please just come home until then."
Narcissa smiled, "Of course, Lucius."
"You were playing me."
"But you make it so easy. After all, I'm as much of a Slytherin as you are, dear."
"Lucius smiled sadly, "Not as much as you think, Narcissa."
"Another thing I need to be reminded of? My memory isn't that bad." She stood up and walked off to find her son.
*****
After four hours of waiting, Narcissa was tired of Lucius' lies. He had said he would be back by now. She stood in her bedroom and stared into her mirror. It tried to cheer her up as usual.
"My dear, you look amazing! You'll no doubt tempt that husband of yours into joining you here tonight!"
"Shut up."
"Well!"
Narcissa brought her hand up to her face and touched her cheek lightly. For the last few months, she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong with her reflection. Lucius' indifference the past fifteen years only fueled her doubts.
"Mother?"
She turned to find her son watching her. "Are you going to bed?"
"Are you going wait up for him?"
"No."
Draco sighed and sat down on his mother's bed. "Yes, you are. I know you, mother. But what is it you're waiting for? I mean, he can't possibly be welcome in this bedroom. What is it he's promised you?"
"The truth, my dragon."
Draco laughed cynically, "The truth? He's already told you that he doesn't love you."
Narcissa faced the mirror again. "I can't seem to find what I'm looking for."
Draco looked at her in confusion.
She continued, "I don't look like me. I don't feel like me. Earlier, I was able to successfully pass a seventh-year Potions exam. In school, I didn't even pass the Potions NEWT. I don't think this is right."
Draco held out his hand and watched his mother sweep across the room to take it. He pulled her down to sit on the bed next to him. "You're my mother. That's all you need to be right now. And I'm your son. That's all I need to be."
"I've had dreams."
"What kind of dreams?"
"About another child… a boy… with dark hair."
"It doesn't matter now, mother. We have each other."
"You do realize that you are drunk, Lucius."
He reached out and took Narcissa's hand in his. "I have to go to a meeting tonight. When I get back, I'll explain everything. To both you and Draco. Please just come home until then."
Narcissa smiled, "Of course, Lucius."
"You were playing me."
"But you make it so easy. After all, I'm as much of a Slytherin as you are, dear."
"Lucius smiled sadly, "Not as much as you think, Narcissa."
"Another thing I need to be reminded of? My memory isn't that bad." She stood up and walked off to find her son.
*****
After four hours of waiting, Narcissa was tired of Lucius' lies. He had said he would be back by now. She stood in her bedroom and stared into her mirror. It tried to cheer her up as usual.
"My dear, you look amazing! You'll no doubt tempt that husband of yours into joining you here tonight!"
"Shut up."
"Well!"
Narcissa brought her hand up to her face and touched her cheek lightly. For the last few months, she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong with her reflection. Lucius' indifference the past fifteen years only fueled her doubts.
"Mother?"
She turned to find her son watching her. "Are you going to bed?"
"Are you going wait up for him?"
"No."
Draco sighed and sat down on his mother's bed. "Yes, you are. I know you, mother. But what is it you're waiting for? I mean, he can't possibly be welcome in this bedroom. What is it he's promised you?"
"The truth, my dragon."
Draco laughed cynically, "The truth? He's already told you that he doesn't love you."
Narcissa faced the mirror again. "I can't seem to find what I'm looking for."
Draco looked at her in confusion.
She continued, "I don't look like me. I don't feel like me. Earlier, I was able to successfully pass a seventh-year Potions exam. In school, I didn't even pass the Potions NEWT. I don't think this is right."
Draco held out his hand and watched his mother sweep across the room to take it. He pulled her down to sit on the bed next to him. "You're my mother. That's all you need to be right now. And I'm your son. That's all I need to be."
"I've had dreams."
"What kind of dreams?"
"About another child… a boy… with dark hair."
"It doesn't matter now, mother. We have each other."
