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I watched Iris watch the scenery pass us on our way to the Malfoy Manor. Landing in England we were both surrounded by reporters blinding us with flashes and bombarding us with a million and one questions. It was just like Iris had feared, everything had changed since we landed. The air of comfort which surrounded us in Paris was no longer there. We both sat stiffly inside the limo waiting to get home. Yawning I leaned against the tinted window of our limo, feeling frustrated and quite cold.

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"Draco, hey Draco."

I swatted at whoever was trying to wake me. I felt like someone had dropped thirty pounds of bricks on me, it was way too difficult to open my eyes.

"Wake up."

Whoever this person was, they were persistent. "Go away," I mumbled, "I don't feel well."

"Draco please, we're here at the Manor. There are people waiting for us. You need to get up."

I slowly opened my eyes. Iris was crouching as much as she could inside the limo looking very concerned. I pulled myself to a sitting position as I grasped her arms to stabilize myself.

Iris used her other hand to feel my forehead, "You're burning," she whispered softly. "Come on, let's get you inside. We need to get you to a bed."

I nodded my head trying to comprehend what she was saying, but it was so listen to her over the pounding headache. I felt Iris open the door of the limo and wrap her arms around my torso to help me out of the vehicle. Stepping out into the court yard I groan as I leaned against Iris to stop myself from felling into the hard cement. The sun was blazing hot, it did not help lessen my pounding headache.

"Oh my, what happened to Draco?" I heard my mother say, too tired to respond I closed my eyes and leaned towards the comfort of the darkness.

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First day back in England was a rightful mess. The ease which was established between us left the moment reports bombarded us questions at the airport. If things couldn't get any worse Draco fell sick soon after. Yawning, I leaned against the Camel Back chair as I watched Draco sleep. Currently he had a fever of a hundred and two degrees fahrenheit and needed to have the damp towels placed on his forehead changed every few minutes.

"How is he?"

I looked to see my mother in law glide into the room. She looked worried, there were frown lines across her temples and forehead.

"Better," I replied. "His fever went down slightly, he isn't throwing up any more but he still hasn't had much food."

Narcissa nodded as she climbed into the bed and checked his fever herself. Satisfied with her inspection she looked towards me, "And you my dear, how are you doing?" I could feel her gaze piercing though me. I met her eyes, she genuinely looked concerned. Since the moment I stepped into the Malfoy Manor court yard, Narcissa had been nothing but helpful. Truly she was the ideal women, she appeared like a fragile glass yet she could shoot down three grown lions without blinking an eyelash. I had much to learn from my mother in law. My mother was graceful, but Narcissa held her own category. It was a well-kept secret that she was the main reason Lucius had succeeded so far politically and business wise.

"I'm fine. I believe it was a shock to everyone when Draco fainted this afternoon."

Narcissa gave a soft smile, "That is not what I was asking dear. How are you? I know this wedding was very sudden. How are you adjusting? How has my son been treating you, if there is anything bothering you just say the word? I will have my son straighten out and flattened."

I shook my head as I counted on my blessings. Before the wedding Narcissa had been nothing but kind and helpful, and even now she tried her best to make me feel welcomed.

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As the first rays of light hit the Malfoy Manor, if someone took a look at the forth bedroom in the left wing they would see two restless women dozing off, yet ever so often they would shake away their drowsiness and tend to male sleeping peacefully.

Draco opened his eyes as he tried to swat away the sunlight from his eyes. Seeing how it wasn't helping he opened his eyes trying to rise out of bed. His body felt so heavy, where was he? The last he remembered was getting into the limo with his wife and not feeling so well. Looking at the roof he realized he was back in his old room, what the hell had happened?

Turning to his left he saw his mother sitting against the headboard of his bed fast asleep, on his right was his wife sleeping on the Camel Back Chair he bought from Spain. She was holding a white towel in her hand. Feeling something cold on his forehead he found another identical white towel, it was damping his pillows.

Lifting the covers he found himself in his pajamas. How did he get into his pajamas? Frowning, Draco ran his hands through is hair, except his hair was damp from the towel. He slowly lifted himself off the bed throwing the multiple covers on the floor and looked at the clock. It was five in the morning. What on earth happened yesterday?

"Oh you're awake dear."

Draco jumped at the sound of his mother's voice. What on earth was his mother doing in his room? He turned to see his mother sitting up from the sofa.

"Mom, what's going on? Why are you in my room?" he asked.

Narcissa smiled gently. "Sweetie you came down with a flu. You had us all worried with you fainted in the courtyard. Iris was beyond herself. She stayed up all night with me making sure you broke your fever dear."

"Don't be too flattered husband dearest," Iris yawned as she stretched her arms and looked at him with her large owl like eyes. "I only did it so I won't be labeled as the black widow."

She looked at my mother and winked.

My mother laughed. "Of course not dear, you're much too young to become a widow. My son here is as strong as a horse, obviously I don't need to tell you that!" and winked right back at Iris.

The couple blushed as Draco shook his head and muttered. "Mothers! Can't live without them, can't live with them."

"Seriously dear," Narcissa asked, "How are you feeling?"

Draco smiled gently noticing the worry which lay behind her ash-gray eyes. "I'm fine mom. You look tired. Get some rest, if I require anything I'll ring Dobby, and of course I have your lovely daughter in law who has established she doesn't want to become a widow. I'm okay."

Nodding Iris walked over to Narcissa and helped her off the sofa. "I'll make sure he's okay. You get some rest mother. It's about time you let someone else baby your son."

Narcissa laughed as Iris escorted her to the door. "Thank you dear. It's about time, your husband is a hand full, you're lucky he was asleep which he was sick. Next time get ready to become his hand maiden. He was such a demanding child, which unfortunately carried on to his adulthood."

Iris nodded as she turned and faced Draco, "Of course mother. I have noticed that."

"Okay, that it!" Draco said as he walked towards the two women. Placing an arm on Iris waste he leaned down to kiss his mother cheek. "Thank you mom, that's enough Draco bashing. Good morning and sleep tight!"

Narcissa chucked, "Sweet Dragon we're only joking. I'll see you at lunch. Make sure you have Dobby or someone bring up some breakfast. Bye kids."

"Bye mother." Came two unanimous voice as Narcissa closed the door behind them.

"Sweet Dragon?" Iris questioned as she looked up at Draco.

Draco blushed as he let go of his wife. "Another story for another time. Now I must to use the loo. Excuse me."

Iris smirked as she watched her husband hurry towards the loo. Looking at the clock she realized how hungry she was. Hardly eating much yesterday she was starving. Scanning the bedroom finally she found the inter-manor phone with a list of number.

"Hello, this is Iris Malfoy speaking. May I order some food to be delivered to Draco's main bedroom?"

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