Narcissa Malfoy was a pureblood, born and bred.

She had grown up in a family who hated all non-purebloods. She had married a Death Eater. If there was one thing she was well versed on, it was the importance of blood purity and the survival of the pureblood lines.

And yet, when she first held her newborn son in her arms, she had promised herself that no matter what, she would make sure he was happy, even if it meant going against everything she had been taught.

Narcissa Malfoy wanted grandchildren.

She only had one child. As far as the Dark Lord was concerned, once his followers had their male heir, there was no need for them to have another child. Lucius would never go against his orders, and she didn't dare do anything out of fear that Draco would be harmed.

So she waited for Draco to grow up and give her grandchildren to fill in the space left by her missing babies.

Narcissa Malfoy was the first person her son told.

"Mother?"

Narcissa looked up from the letter she was writing, concerned at the nervousness in her son's voice. "What is Draco?"

"I thought you should be the first to know," he said in that same, oddly anxious voice. "I think – I think I'm gay," he finished in a rush of words.

Looking at the fearful boy in front of her, Narcissa was suddenly reminded of the child he had once been, and the promise she had made. She was not going to let anything come in the middle of her son's happiness – not antiquated pureblood mentality, and definitely not her own desires.

Narcissa Malfoy was the first one to realise.

All Draco seemed to be able to talk about when she asked him how being a Healer was suiting him was Harry Potter. It was all about the ways Harry Potter had landed himself in Saint Mungo's, and the number of times Harry Potter and jumped in front of a curse for his partner, and the child alive because of Harry Potter…Harry Potter was all Draco seemed to be able to talk about.

She knew better than to confront him with this revelation – he tended to spook easily when confronted with ideas that had the possibility to alter his view of the world. But she knew her son, and there was no way he wasn't half in love with Potter already.

Narcissa Malfoy was a mother, first and foremost.

It didn't matter to her who Draco loved. If Harry Potter could make him happy, she needed no other motivation to go against Lucius' orders to get Draco engaged to Astoria Greengrass.

And when she found that Draco had disappeared the next morning, she needed no other reason than the love of her son to scream her lungs out at her dolt of a husband. She knew he loved Draco too, but he needed to be able to see more than his desire for a perfect, pureblood family.

And if, for some unknown reason, he wanted his father present at his wedding, she would make sure that happened. She would even make sure he played nice with Harry and the Weasleys, to make sure he didn't ruin Draco's special night.

The sight of Draco's elated face, and the besotted expression on Harry's face when he looked at her son made everything she had ever done worth it.

Because Narcissa Malfoy loved her son, and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

For:

The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt 928. The Weight of Love

OTP Bootcamp, Prompt 4. Battered

Character Diversity Bootcamp, Prompt 16. Princess

Slash/Femmeslash Bootcamp, Prompt 24. Protect

HP Potions Competition, Dragon Poison

Weasley-Potter-Prewitt Challenge, Rose Weasley

Gemstone Competition, Peridot

Colours Competition, Green (negative)

Greenhouse Competition, Orchid