A/N: Listening to Orgy gives me a creative buzz, however it does nothing for my patience. Apologies to my betas for posting without consulting them. Apologies to my readers because it's so short.
Thank you Fluer---@, Allie Potter, Dewi, Damy, Rubicon, Rehanna, shaydlee, Redhawk, Pheonixx, Mystica, Lorelai, Skyfire, magma, LunarBard, Bookworm, Eccentricity is Me, Sophie B., LanaMariah, Chibi-Usa, Lady Ev, DQ619, CrystalStarGuardian, Silent Stalker, Lan, and Silverfox. If I forgot anyone, I'm truly sorry. I love you anyway.
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Narcissa was worried about her son. He used to complain that she worried about him too much, but then she wasn't worrying. She was fussing. Complaining he looked a bit thin, asking if he ate enough. Reminding him not to stay in the sun too long. Making sure he got enough sleep. Cautioning him against working too hard. These were things mothers did and she did them quite well. Worrying was something entirely different.
Before she was worried that Draco would become just like his father. One Lucius was plenty. She wanted a Lucius and a Draco. Her Draco. The little boy who loved to fly and hear stories and always had a smile for her. When did that change? His letters from Hogwarts were filled with all kinds of spiteful words he had picked up from his father. They hurt her terribly, but he couldn't possibly know that. Nobody knew that Narcissa was actually Muggleborn herself.
He was so distant now. Last summer she could hardly coax him to string more than two words together. He looked miserable. She was convinced he wasn't getting any sleep and he picked at his food. What was troubling him? Every time she saw him, she asked him silently, begging with her eyes for him to confide in her. Lucius didn't seem concerned at all, but she knew something was wrong. She just knew, and she was determined to find out what.
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H'm. Lady N turns detective on us. Whom should we visit next? Ginny? Ron and Neville? Someone else? *thinks* I don't know. Review!
Luv,
J. Silver
Thank you Fluer---@, Allie Potter, Dewi, Damy, Rubicon, Rehanna, shaydlee, Redhawk, Pheonixx, Mystica, Lorelai, Skyfire, magma, LunarBard, Bookworm, Eccentricity is Me, Sophie B., LanaMariah, Chibi-Usa, Lady Ev, DQ619, CrystalStarGuardian, Silent Stalker, Lan, and Silverfox. If I forgot anyone, I'm truly sorry. I love you anyway.
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Narcissa was worried about her son. He used to complain that she worried about him too much, but then she wasn't worrying. She was fussing. Complaining he looked a bit thin, asking if he ate enough. Reminding him not to stay in the sun too long. Making sure he got enough sleep. Cautioning him against working too hard. These were things mothers did and she did them quite well. Worrying was something entirely different.
Before she was worried that Draco would become just like his father. One Lucius was plenty. She wanted a Lucius and a Draco. Her Draco. The little boy who loved to fly and hear stories and always had a smile for her. When did that change? His letters from Hogwarts were filled with all kinds of spiteful words he had picked up from his father. They hurt her terribly, but he couldn't possibly know that. Nobody knew that Narcissa was actually Muggleborn herself.
He was so distant now. Last summer she could hardly coax him to string more than two words together. He looked miserable. She was convinced he wasn't getting any sleep and he picked at his food. What was troubling him? Every time she saw him, she asked him silently, begging with her eyes for him to confide in her. Lucius didn't seem concerned at all, but she knew something was wrong. She just knew, and she was determined to find out what.
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H'm. Lady N turns detective on us. Whom should we visit next? Ginny? Ron and Neville? Someone else? *thinks* I don't know. Review!
Luv,
J. Silver