Narcissa's point of view:
I sat at my vanity, brushing out my long hair. I loved this vanity. It was the only thing I brought with me when I left my old life. Sighing, I put down my brush and let my hair hang down around me in waves. I used to hate the waves, and always wanted it to be straight because that's what Lucius liked. Now, I always let it be this way. Staring at myself, I studied my face. I used to think I was beautiful, but now … My smile faded
I pushed myself to stand. Sitting down on my bed, I picked up the book the Ministry set me. I opened it to chapter one to make sure I was read before the next day. The pureblood part of myself wanted to shut the information off, telling myself that this was a bunch of lies, but I forced myself to read it. The first chapter was an introduction about Muggles, and the basis of how they lived their lives.
"They actually live like this?" I muttered to myself. It seemed like so much extra work. Then again, I had things given to me on a silver platter. I never had to lift a finger in the kitchen or work as hard as these people did. I'd been spoiled. Glancing at the clock told me it was two in the morning. Sighing, I closed my book, put it on my bedside table, and dimmed the lights down with a flick of my wand. I slept better with a little light on.
Laying down on my side, I closed my eyes. Sleep was slow coming, but I eventually found it. Late in the morning I woke, made myself some coffee with a flick of a wand before showering. After eating some toast, I reread the chapter from the night before. Just as I placed my book down when there was a knock on the door, and I frowned. I hoped that Mr. Weasley wasn't early. Opening the door, I was surprised to find Draco standing there holding two plastic cups and brown bag in his hand.
"Hello, Draco," I said, stepping aside.
"Mother," he replied.
"Didn't think you'd visit today," I said. "You didn't owl."
"It was on a whim," Draco said and held out one of the drinks. "I wanted you to try it this."
"What is it?" I asked, taking the brown liquid with the white topping.
"It's a coffee drink that Muggles make," he explain taking a drink of his own. "They make them frozen."
"When did you start drinking Muggle coffee?" I asked.
"We had one of those 'field assignments' yesterday," he said with a wave of his hand. "They have a coffee place near my flat, so Jones thought it'd be a good place to start. Surprisingly, the make great coffee."
I took a sip. I could see why Draco would like it.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It's sweet, but enjoyable."
Draco sat on my couch and pulled out a sandwich. "Did you eat lunch? I brought an extra."
"I had a late breakfast," I explained, and sat next to him. "Make sure you don't make a mess. I have coaching today."
"Who did they give you for a coach," Draco asked through a bite of food. You think he was raised by trolls.
"Eat with your mouth closed, Draco," I scolded.
"Sorry." He grinned sheepishly.
"It's Percy Weasley," I said.
"Really? Isn't he the pompous one?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes. "What?"
"I wish you wouldn't talk about people like that," I said.
"I've said worse about him and his family," Draco said.
"I know." I sighed. "The world has changed, and they were right. I don't want you to hurt your chances by putting down those within the Ministry."
"You sound like Father." Draco frowned as he took a drink, missing the look I made. I shuttered to think that Lucius and I agreed on something, but at least it was for our son.
"We want you to do well in life," I said. "Not make the same mistakes that we did."
Draco was quiet as he took a drink.
"Can I ask you something, Mother?" Draco said.
"Yes, you may," I replied.
He held his drink with both hands, rolling it in between them. "Can we have lunch together every week? I want to get to know you."
"I think that would be a good idea." I reached out slowly and took his hand. "What brought this about?"
"Was talking with the counselor, and they suggested that I get to know you," he muttered, looking embarrassed.
"I regret not being a parent to you," I whispered without thinking about it.
Draco's eyes looked up at me.
"Please know I'm sorry for not being there more, especially lately. I do love you, Draco," I said.
"I love you, Mum." He reached out and hugged me.
I moved and put my drink down on the coffee table and hugged Draco. He chuckled lightly as I held him. I vaguely remembered my own mother holding me like this. I gave him a gentle squeeze before letting go. I finished my coffee drink in silence as Draco continued to eat his sandwich.
"You'd better go soon," I said as he too finished his coffee. "Mr. Weasley will be here in twenty minutes."
"Have fun with the git," Draco said, trying to get a rise out of me. I scoffed at him, making him chuckle as I walked him to the door.
"You seem happy, Draco," I commented as I opened the door.
"I am, Mum," Draco said, pausing and looking at me. "For some reason I am. Maybe because I'm not being pressured to be like Dad."
I put my hand on his cheek. "You're not. Be happy, Son."
He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I grinned as I watched him leave. As soon as he apperated, I closed the door and prepared for my coaching. Once everything was clean, I made tea again. Just as I set the tea tray on the coffee table, there was a knock on the door.
"Exactly in time, Mr. Weasley," I muttered to myself.
I opened the door to reveal Percy Weasley standing with a clip board held in his long arms.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Black," he said, giving me a business like smile.
"Mr. Weasley," I said, moving aside to let him through. "I've made tea again."
"Excellent," he replied. "How was your evening?"
"Pleasant," I replied. "Read the first chapter."
"Already?" He looked pleased.
"Yes. It was informative," I replied, sitting down and pour him and myself tea. I put in the amount of sugar and cream he'd added to his tea yesterday.
"Thank you," he said as he accepted his cup. "Informative in what way?"
I took a sip of tea as I gathered my thoughts. "Wasn't what I thought it would be. I thought they'd detail how their methods …" I hesitated with my words.
"You can be frank, Ms. Black," Mr. Weasley prompted. "You did admit to having some concreate ideas on the subject, and I'm here to help you see past that, without any judgment."
"I thought it'd be like an anti-Muggle book," I admitted. "Explaining how their ways are less than ours are."
"And what did you find?" he asked.
"That they work hard and find ways around the fact that they can't use magic," I said.
"That is very true. I think that is one of the reasons my father is so interested in them," Mr. Weasley explained. "The fact that they don't have magical abilities, but live happy, full lives."
"I hadn't looked at it in that way," I admitted.
"Which is the first step of many," Mr. Weasley said, looking encouraged.
He took a sip of tea, his blue eyes didn't leave my face.
"Any other surprises or questions," Mr. Weasley asked.
"Will we have to do any of the tasks in a Muggle way," I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Other than going into the Muggle world and seeing how they do it, maybe cook or clean as they do?" I asked.
"I think that would be an excellent idea," he said. "I have our first field assignment scheduled for tomorrow. I suggest we go to a Muggle grocery store and buy supplies for making ourselves lunch the Muggle way."
"You'll have quite a job with me, Mr. Weasley," I commented, taking a sip of tea. "I don't cook much, even with the use of magic."
"I have plenty of experience with cooking, both magical and Muggle, so I look forward to doing that with you." He gave me a kind smile, which I gave in return.
I felt surprised when I felt excitement to looking forward to making food the Muggle way, and I couldn't place the source of excitement.
Hope you enjoyed the interaction between Draco and Narcissa. I'm planning on writing a one shot or short story with telling Draco's journey with a lovely Muggle. Please review.