22. Forbidden
"How's Pansy, Draco?" Narcissa asked, looking at her son questioningly. It had been quite a few months since she had last heard about the girl she had planned for her son to marry. That was quite unusual for the young man, so she was getting considerably worried.
"She's doing fine, mother." he replied sternly, his eyes never leaving the chessboard in front of him. They were on their fourth game now, and he had won every time. If there was ever a time they bonded, it was over chess. Narcissa loved their games, even if Draco could care less.
Sitting here with him, Narcissa had a bad feeling. She knew he son loved trouble and could get himself into some rather complicated situations. It wasn't unlike him to do things he knew would make his father angry.
Her son would never know she had found the letter to the Weasley girl. She would never tell him she knew what he was up to. She hated that what he had gotten himself into was absolutely forbidden, but it was what it was.
And she was so proud of him.