okey, still not mine. Is J.K.'s.
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this should be the last short chapter. the first chapters were mostly set up, but with the next chapter, it'll start moving. thank you all for your patience. This chapter is mostly an information dimp, and i'm sorry about that. but it had to be explained, and i rather like the narcissa embarrassing her son scenes. shrugs
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well, enjoy.
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"Master Draco, sir, you's mother is wanting to speak with yous as soon as possible, Master Draco sir." The elf wrung it's hands nervously, waiting for his response.
"Tell her I shall attend upon her soon." The elf nodded quickly, and vanished before he could say another word.
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"Ah, Draco, darling." Narcissa Malfoy stood gracefully, holding his hands out to her son, who obediently grasped them, placing a kiss on the back of each hand before embracing her.
"Mother."
"I know there are many other things that you would rather be doing at this time of day besides talking to your mother -however beloved she may be-" she interrupted herself before he could, "but I'm afraid it's terribly important, darling." Draco nodded patiently; she would get around to whatever she wanted to talk about in her own time, not his. "You know that because of our heritage, dreams are very important?" He nodded again, having intensely studied his Dreamwalker heritage as soon as he found out about it. "Well, you have reached an age where you will likely start dreaming about your life mate." Life mate. What a way to tell him that she knew he wasn't exclusively into girls. "Have you been having dreams of this sort?" He looked up at her, startled, then nodded reluctantly. She squealed girlishly, and hugged him. Then, collecting her composure, "We must talk about this." Correctly interpreting Draco's look of horror, she giggled. "No, I do not want you to describe them to me!" He sighed in relief. "But I do have a few questions that I must have answers to if I am to aid you in your search, as any good mother should." He nodded reluctantly, rolling his eyes at the same time, knowing she would give him no peace until her curiosity was satisfied. "Was it a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. She looked rather surprised. "I've never gotten far enough in the dreams for the difference to be apparent, something always wakes me up." She nodded her acceptance of this.
"Were you the dominant or submissive party?" Draco blushed crimson at this question. Though he had a sneaking suspicion his mother already knew: if he were dominant, the gender differences would be almost immediately obvious . . .
"I don't see how that's important . . ." he trailed off at the look his mother gave him.
"Submissive," he whispered, ashamed that he wasn't on top and in control as befitted a Malfoy. To his surprise, his mother was smiling tearily.
"So you've found someone you can let your guard down around, oh, I'm so happy, my dragon." The use of his childhood nickname startled him; she hadn't called him that since he started Hogwarts.