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Yana5 – yes, draco knows harry was trying to help and that he shouldn't have smacked him (repeatedly) but these things happen

Mahrae – thanks for the review – I really have no idea how long this is going to be and very little clue what is going to happen next so I shall play it as it goes

J.R.T - thanks for more ron/hermione idea - next chapter

22. Narcissa Malfoy

"I can't believe she sent the bloody limo."

Draco and Severus had just exited the car on to Malfoy estate. At the airport, instead of hailing a taxi, as Draco had thought they would, his mother and sent a limo, a huge black thing with blacked out windows.

"Please keep a civil tongue in your head for at least two seconds Draco," scolded Severus as they walked up the gravel path to the huge wooden door.

"Here we go," muttered Draco, taking the huge metal knocker in his hand and slamming it against the door three times.

Slowly, the door creaked open and standing there was a small, plump man in a black suit, complete with bow tie.

"Master Malfoy," he said in his clipped 'home-counties' accent. "Mister Snape."

"Hullo George," drawled Draco, stepping past the butler into the entrance hall of the house.

His house.

He'd forgotten how bloody big it was. The hall he momentarily stood could surely hold his uncle's house quite comfortably in. Then, one must take into acount the sixteen bedrooms and the seventeen and a half bathrooms, the thre huge living rooms, the grand dining room, the less grand dining room, the huge kitchen and the games room. Not to mention the stables and huge areas of land.

And the bar.

God bless the bar which carried well over seventy five different kinds of alcohol, each more potent than the next.

Draco was going to need that bar if he was to get through the next four days.

"Draco, darling!" cooed a voice from the top of the stairs.

'Oh God,' he thought as he pasted on a huge grin and began to walk towards the stairs, his arms outstretched.

"Mother!"

Narcissa Malfoy hurried down the stairs and wrapped her arms around her son, kissing his face, a making a sound that was a mix between crying and laughing.

"Oh, your father...Draco...it's so terrible."

"I know, I know."

She pulled herself away from the teenager and looked at him. "So handsome."

Narcissa Malfoy was a small, slim, fragile looking woman, as pale as Draco with hair just as blonde, long and hanging to halfway down her back. Her eyes were blue, but not quite as startling as Draco's.

"Severus!"

"Hello Narcissa."

The two adults embraced and Severus comforted Narcissa slightly as the crying/laughing started again.

"How was your flight?"

Draco shrugged. "It was a flight. It was long, it was cold, I couldn't smoke and Sev got sick."

"Oh dear, if you'd like something I'm sure Marie could assist you."

Severus nodded and went into the kitchen in search of the housekeeper.

"How are you Draco?"

"I'm fine mother."

"Are you enjoying your new home?"

"It's great."

"Made new friends."

"Yes."

"Met anyone...special?"

Draco bit his lip. "Kind of."

"Oh yes?"

"That's it."

"Oh." Narcissa looked dissapointed. "Look, why don't you go on up to your room and I'll have Marie bring you up something to eat."

"That'd be nice."

"And then all your friends are coming over. Won't it be nice to see them again?"

Draco's fake smile was back. "Yea...nice."

This chapter was possibly the biggest load of shite I've written but next chapter is back with Harry/Ron/Hermione and should be longer and better...though that won't be hard.

Review anyway if you think this deserves anything.