A/N: Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! D: How could I just START a story without having a plan :( ! Hurrumph! Thanks luck-life for the idea to hold a meeting to confront the parents… I don't know about Pansy and Blaise, though, for those two always seemed like they were only Draco's friends to be "cool"… Anyways on we go!

"Draco…Draco…" came Harry's voice, drifting over Draco, who was hidden under the mountain of covers, in a blissful half-sleep.

"Mmmmm…"

"I love you, Draco."

"Mmm…hmm…"

"Ron and Hermione are here."

"You blasted-ended skrewt!" Draco shot upright in the bed, his hair disheveled, glaring at Harry with all the strength he could muster. "You invited company? Without my consent? In the morning? When I'm not even ready? Merlin! W-Why do I even put up with you? Ugh! Bloody hell, Harry! I'll be in the bathroom!"

With that, Draco sprung out of his covers and into the lavatory, while Harry chuckled, already fully-dressed.

"Harry?" trailed Ron's voice. "You're out of scones and pumpkin j- OWWW! Hermione! Yes, I have manners… I'm just hungry!"

Harry entered the parlor, where Ron and Hermione were sitting. Hermione, as usual, had her hands placed gracefully in her lap, while sitting up with her back straight. Ron on the over hand, was slumped over, staring mournfully at the empty plate. Nineteen years of a nagging, manner-conscious mother, wasted on him.

Harry placed himself in the chair, across from the loveseat that his guests were in.

"Don't worry Ron, I have more scones in the cupboard. You can accio, them. I kind of forgot where they are…"

"Thanks, mate. Accio, scones!" A box of rustling scones darted out of Harry's back cupboard, which Ron eagerly opened, pouring the contents onto the plate. Now, that also happened to be the cupboard where Harry had shoved Draco's offending letter, and it traveled with the box of scones, caught in the rush of air the floating box conjured, and drifted down onto the floor.

At the moment, Draco was leaving the bathroom, willing himself to think positive thoughts, and not to think about Harry's promise to make everything better. As Draco headed toward Harry, Draco noticed a piece of parchment on the ground. Not just any piece of parchment, but a letter. His parent's letter. The sight of the perfectly looped letters was enough to send a piercing pain in the crevices of his stomach, and every word was burning his heart. The pain that he had first felt when getting the letter came back-full blast. The difficult question again started swarming in his mind. How could his mother's writing not even show a sign of trembling? A sign that showed his mother was having difficulty with the decision to disown their only son?

Was it really that easy to remove their own nineteen-year-old flesh and blood away from their memories? From their history? The hot angry tears were burning Draco's eyes, and a pathetic whimper escaped his throat. Before long, Draco was on his knees, all thoughts of superiority forgotten.

Harry, biting his lip, retreated from his chair and crouched over the broken pale form, running his fingers through the blonde hair. Hermione watched wide-eyed, analyzing the situation for future reference, while Ron gazed out Harry's window, a mouth filled with scones and the knowledge that taking no action in the situation before him was most likely the best choice.

"Th-this has to b-be a n-nightmare. Th-the pain c-can't be so intense in r-real l-life!" Draco burst into another round of sobs, and Harry handed him a box of muggle tissues (those were bound to come in handy), got him to his feet, and placed a kiss on his temple.

"Hermione, do you know any cheer-up spells? Or anti-tear charms?" asked Harry urgently.

"Of course! I also have a vile of pepper-up potion- I figured it would come in handy…" Ron rolled his eyes. The woman was always prepared. Hermione went over to Draco and silently handed him the vile before readying her mind for the casting of spells.

"Contendunius.." she whispered with a flick of her wand as a burst of white spark trailed into Draco's chest.

"Laetuas…Logitamnius…Serinary…Maglantunus.." More colorful waves of light beamed into Draco's chest. Draco's face went blank and had a vacant expression lingered in his eyes. His body tensed, and he was stranding as straight as a soldier.

"The expression will wear off in a few minutes," Hermione answered Harry and Ron's unasked questions. "He'll be content, serene, pepped-up and thinking logically very soon. Though, he might act rather… as if he was buzzed. Better that though, then if Draco was crying in front of his mother. So, Harry, will you go through the plan again? I've misplaced your letter from you. You were right when you wrote that Draco was very distressed about his father's irrational decision to disown his own son!"

Harry nodded grimly. "I don't know if you'll call it much of a plan, though, Hermione. I overheard Chris McDonnell at work, though. He was telling Thomas that Narcissa has been traveling by herself to the Wizarding Women's Home Décor Club meetings held at Arianna's Décor Shop. I did some research and figured out that it's held every Saturday from 7 -9 o'clock A.M. So… that means it's ending in … twenty minutes. I don't know, guys. I just though we could like- confront her. I did not have much of a plan."

At that moment, Draco snapped out of his trance-like state. "We must go Harry!" Draco whined. "I want to talk to my mother!"

A/N: It's 10:30 p.m, and I just clawed through an 18-hour day. Grr… so tired… Sorry everyone that miraculously likes this story, but it's hard to write a lot and often right now. I'm writing a book. My second one actually, my first one sucked. I just finished my twelve-page summary for the second one! Yay?