for les
prompts used: draco, (word) tearful
Draco cannot abide sobbing girls. He has no use for them — not to mention that he has absolutely no idea what to do with them. But he must tolerate his mother sniffling on his shoulder as she hugs him.
It is his first day of school, and he's just glad they aren't at Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters yet because it would be terribly embarrassing for him to be seen letting his "mummy" cry over him sentimentally as "her baby" leaves her for the first time.
"It's all right, mother," he says, patting her on the back awkwardly.
She pulls away and wipes her cheeks. "My precious boy is going to school," she says with a proud, tearful smile.
He manages a forced grin. "Let's go or we'll be late."
She does the same thing at the station. He turns away from the windows and pretends he isn't related to her — though the telltale blonde hair is a dead giveaway. He finds a compartment with his fellow Purebloods and destined Slytherins, and ignores his mother's calls and sobs and waves as the train pulls away.
word count: 192