In case anyone missed it, I've added a paragraph to the bottom of ch.4. had to poke the feels a little bit.
~own nothing!
When Draco's father succumbed to death, the finally effects of a stray curse he was struck with during the battle, Draco inherited the manor. Being that he was his parents' only child and son, this was customary, though his mother was still alive. Narcissa lived in the manor, however, virtually alone. The only company she kept was a phoenix by the name of Ardor. She had been very clear that he was the only comfort and protection she needed. Upon meeting the Weasley family and Draco falling in love with Ginny, not to mention Lucius' death, Draco's and Narcissa's views had drastically changed. So they decided to free all of their house elves, and instead hire a solitary maid to keep the manor clean. The terms pure-blood, half-blood, or mud-blood were no longer even a whisper within the grounds of Malfoy Manor.
Every other week, during the spring and summer months, Draco would be found out and about the grounds doing the gardening. Whether it was trimming hedges or pulling weeds from the vegetable garden, he felt he owed it to his mother to do it himself. This however, was also his excuse for checking up on his mother. Some days she'd come and sit on the garden wall beneath her parasol and keep him company.
This particular day was a bit cloudy with a breeze. With apologies, his mother had decided to spend the afternoon lying down, due to a headache she said. He knew the truth to be that once in a while her longing for his father would become to much for her.
There Draco was, knelt down in the vegetable garden, covered up to his elbows in mud. He heard a far away sound and looked up to see a silver feathered screech owl gliding towards him. He sat back in the dirt and watched the owl fly down and land on his outstretched foot. It was very unusual that he didn't not recognize this owl, as everyone he knew owned their own owls and he had met them all.
He took the letter from the owl and opened it. As soon as he saw the writing he knew who it was from. The delicate swirls of the lettering were in many love letters, some he still had hidden away.
Dearest Draco,
I'm hoping this owl finds you alone as I do not want to hurt your family, but I have to do what's right for mine.
I feel that our daughter deserves to know her father. Just as you deserve to know her and see her grow.
To much time has been missed already. Please say you will meet with us. I've planned a day for visiting my father at his home for the 14th of June.
He knows all about us and has agreed to keep our meeting a secret. If you send nothing back, I will take that as your answer.
I will not force you to do what you do not wish to do. I just want you to be happy.
~Your eternal friend, Luna L.
He pulled his wand from his pocket and aimed it at the ground beside him. From the fresh dirt slowly grew a small Queen Anne's Lace. He pulled it up and handed it to the owl who promptly flew away.
He sat back and watched it disappear over the horizon, a nervous sort of excitement flooding through his body.