Draco's Dilemma
~A Hobby for Narcissa?~

When Draco got into the pub, the landlord gave him instructions on how to get to the rooms that was now prepared for his mother and him. The boy shook his head and hurried up the stairs, wanting to get out of the possible public lime light as soon as possible. He found that his mother had returned and had a few bags.

He went over and peaked into the bags and saw things of yarn and knitting needles. This caused him to open his mouth and close on of his eyes, partially from confusion, and partially because he had a few not so good ideas pop into his head. One was that his mother was going to join Granger's organization to free the house elves, or that his mother was turning into someone like Ronald Weasly's mother.

Either way, his mind was not happy with the thought and he went and collapsed on one of the two beds, only to have a bunch of dust to come flying out. He let out a small groan, not one bit happy with the whole matter. That was when his mother came into the room and pulled out some things.

"What exactly are you doing?" Draco suddenly asked.

Narcissa turned to him in surprise. "Nothing… nothing really."

"I wouldn't call, buying a bunch of Weasly crap nothing," Draco's head suddenly turned to her.

"I don't know what you mean by that Draco," the woman sighed.

"Everyone at school knew that Mrs. Weasly was majorly into knitting things for her kids. Those ghastly sweaters were the laugh of the school. Especially since she always ended up making the worse one for her youngest son, for some reason or another," Draco sighed.

"I'm not just picking up knitting, but needle work and sewing too," Narcissa sighed. "I need something to do."

"Go to the library!" Draco groaned. "Read a good book or something!"

"I am trying not to get noticed too much Draco, I would rather stay inside here, thank you very much," his mother brushed some of her hair out of her face.

"Are you all right?" Draco suddenly asked.

"Not really… I kind of threw up this morning, but that really isn't a big deal, now is it?" Narcissa sighed.

"It is if you are coming down with something!" Draco let out another groan. "Do you think I want to catch whatever it is that you have?"

"You can't catch what I have sweet heart. In fact, you could never have it," the woman sighed. She then fiddled with some of the papers.

"I ran into Parkinson," Draco decided then to change the subject.

"So, what of it?" Narcissa seemed as if she didn't really care.

"Do you think that father would still approve of a marriage after what she did?" Draco sighed.

Narcissa's head shot up at this. "Even if he would have the gall to approve of it, I wouldn't."

"By gall you mean…" Draco looked over, a confused look on her face.

"Look… I don't want you marring or even dating that Pansy girl. I can't believe that you were even thinking about that," Narcissa's voice had become slightly angry.

"I wasn't. It was more of, she said if father approved of a certain marriage, that I would likely go along with it," Draco suddenly commented, glancing at the ceiling.

Narcissa put the things that she had pulled out back into the bag, then went and sat down next to Draco, placing a hand on his shoulder. "So this is what this is about?"

"Yes… that is what this is about," Draco muttered, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"First off, your very far off from even thinking about marriage, disinclining the whole mess with having been to the future," Narcissa smiled at her son. "Second, I would never approve of you marring her, and I think that both Lucius and I would need to approve. However, neither of us have to approve and can even disprove of the marriage."

Draco suddenly opened his eyes. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Well… if you don't wish to marry a Pure Blood, who's blood isn't untainted by Muggles, at this point I don't care. So long as you are happy with whom you choose to marry," Narcissa sighed.

"Does this have to do with the fact that you married father and aren't happy with the marriage," Draco muttered. "Please tell me you aren't thinking of divorce."

"I was lucky Draco. I am probably one of the few Pure Bloods who married their spouse because they loved them," Narcissa gave him a half smile. "However, please understand… even though I still love your father and want to be with him, there are some things he has to understand. One of which is, I won't see my son hurt again like he was."

Draco however turned over on the bed, not at all happy with the situation. "I'm going to take a nap."

Author's note – Here is the next chapter. I dropped a couple of more hints about Narcissa here. Can you guess yet what is going on?