Feeling better
He stumbled down the grand staircase, not a safe thing to do.
He tripped over the last step and just caught himself, straightening up Lucius decided; I need a drink.
He winced.
A non-alcoholic one.
Coming into the kitchen he saw his wife resting her head on her hand and reading a paper.
He came closer.
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Narcissa heard a noise and jumped turning her head quickly, her gut did a flip and she felt sick.
"Narcissa" he said as a hello, she just starred at him.
She gave her an odd look, her eyes regained focus and she hurried out a "L-lucius"
He looked at her ever stranger and then shook his head and walked over to the cooling room, as if deciding she was just a strange woman.
She sighed and mentally scolded herself, that wasn't suspicious, she thought sarcastically.
He came back in to the kitchen and sat down across from her at the table, glass in hand.
She could feel the tension around her like poison, she felt so awkward, she just looked down at the paper, not really reading the words.
He took a sip and looked at her, still confused by her behaviour, "What's wrong with you" he said coldly.
She didn't look up, just murmured "Nothing Lucius, what would be wrong?"
He just took another sip of his pumpkin juice.
Her eyes dared a quick glance; she had to double check the spell had worked.
"So, do you remember anything about yesterday?"
He gave her a long, hard look. "I got drunk didn't I?"
Inside she gave a sigh of relief, outside she gave him am equally long, hard look.
"Yes, are you happy with your self?"
His eyes grew a steely glaze, she had gone too far.
"Happy with my-? How dare you talk to me in that manner?"
A sudden flash back came into Narcissa's mind, Lucius brining his cane down on Draco; it filled her with confidence to face him.
"I can talk to you in anyway I see fit, Lucius!"
She rose from her seat as he stalked toward her.
She was about to carry on when she noticed something on the side of Lucius head, on his temple, like a burn mark.
"Wait, how did you get that?"
Lucius furry rose, "What are you talking about woman!"
She reached out and gently touched his temple, "that".
"What are you-?
He stalked over to the mirror in the corridor, what he saw made his eyes widen in surprise.
An ugly dark burn mark was evident on his temple, he couldn't remember anything happening to him, though a dark figure was swimming through his mind, how drunk did he get?
He snorted, "It's nothing"
He then turned to his wife, grabbing her wrist and holding it in the air.
"Now, I don't want tell you again, don't you ever talk to me like you just suddenly seemed to feel you could, or I might reconsider your safety regarding the deatheaters".
She starred defiantly, though a brief flash of fear entered her ocean eyes.
He let her go and marched to his study, he needed to clear his head.
She stood restlessly for a second, anger briefly bubbling inside of her, then she cried out in frustration and sat abruptly at the kitchen table, covering her head in her hands.
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Miriam popped into Draco's room.
She scrunched her eyes and stood very still, thinking the "pop!" might have wakened him, she didn't want to dot that, but it hadn't he still lay in sleep.
She quietly walked over to him, a mug of strengthening potion in her hands.
She placed it on his side table, having to stand on her tip toes.
Looking up she saw Ookamay sleeping soundly on her perch.
She climbed nimbly up the bed post and sat near his blonde head.
She couldn't help but smile, he looked so much better, there were almost no signs of the injuries on his face, and that terrible pallor he once had was gone.
He looked happy and content and she couldn't help think angelic. His blonde hair so bright and his complexion so fair.
She ruffled his hair, his eyes flickered.
She quickly withdrew her hand oh no, don't wake up! Too late.
His eyes opened fully, "Mir Mir?"
She smiled "yea, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up, I'll go"
He quickly stopped her, "No please don't, I wanted to wake up around now, I'm feeling much better"
She positively beamed "That's great!"
She suddenly clicked her fingers and dived for the side table.
"Here drink this; it will make you feel even stronger!"
"What is it?" he said, peering curiously inside the mug.
She clucked her tongue, "oh Draco, I'm not going to poison you, it's strengthening potion, drink it!"
He laughed gently and took a sip, relishing the warmth that suddenly poured through him.
"Thanks" he looked at her.
"My father, he truly has forgotten?"
Her face grew serious, "Yes, he doesn't remember, your mother made sure of that, don't worry Draco"
He smiled, but there was fear behind his eyes.
She took his hand "and I mean don't worry"
He looked at her with uncertainty.
She abruptly stood up, her hands on her hips. "You're feeling better right?"
He put a look of mock fear on his face nodding; he loved the busy, no nonsense way about her.
"Your father has no knowledge of the last few days, right?"
Again he nodded.
"Then get up, go outside, and enjoy the wonderful winter weather while its still here!"
He smirked, and started to laugh.
"Now! And preferably not the winter of 3000!"
He carried on laughing and put his hands up in mock surrender.
"Ok, ok, I'm going!"
He slowly sat up and carefully swung his legs over the bed, instantly clad in black genes, blue top, and a warm fleece.
"You want to come?"
She snorted, "Unlike some, I don't have the pleasure of free will, I have chores to do!"
His smile faded "I'm sorry, I forgot"
"Come on Draco, that's the way's of the world, we all suffer in different ways, and we all must deal with it, nothing is going to change"
She looked up at him and then playfully slapped him on the leg "what do I need to do to get you out of the house, go!"
He laughed and hurried out of the room. Just as the door closed she heard a "Not slap me on the leg!"
She smiled, so happy that he was well and things could go back to the way they were, though not perfect, better then having Draco hovering form death in bed.
She sighed and set to work on her daily jobs.