Chapter 13 : Mother knows best
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Chapter thirteen: Mother knows best.
Narcissa Malfoy was not a woman to back down, nor regret her decisions once made, even so she hoped her son would not find out about what she was about to do, she had done her best up to that point, to stay clear of whatever emotional conflict Draco and this woman, Hermione Granger, had, doing her best to be supportive but she could not stay at the margin of this any longer specially not after what Healer Mason, the one who had fared with Ms. Granger’s fainting spell, had informed her. The plump woman who had received her seemed less than pleased at her presence, being openly rude as she informed her that Ms. Granger was much too busy to receive her and that without an appointment for the day it would be better if she left and returned another day. She seemed even less pleased when she mentioned that maybe if she did a better job as her secretary Ms. Granger would have less work to deal with.
Whatever her mistakes they were past and paid for, dearly paid for and for that she would not allow anyone to hold them over her head, specially not some secretary who looked as if she should have retired long ago.
“Ms.Granger, will see you now.” The secretary announced, a bitter edge to her voice, Narcissa didn’t even bother glancing her way, with the poise and elegance cultured by years of lessons and the strict end of her mother’s temper she stood and made her own way into Hermione Granger’s office
“Mrs. Malfoy, please take a seat” Hermione offered as Narcissa closed the office door behind her, hopefully to the secretary’s annoyance. She glided to the empty chair in front of the large wooden desk, taking in her surroundings with a trained eye, from the heavy book cases lining the wall, to the meticulously organized papers on top of the desk, but specially the woman sitting before her. She allowed her gaze to travel from the messy mop of curly brown hair, to the ink stained hands and the heavy shadows under the girl’s eyes, which made them seem a few shades darker then what she guessed they really were. The tailored blouse she was wearing was fitted loosely over her slim frame, giving the appearance that she had lost a lot of weight in a short time.
“I believe I owe you and apology for leaving so abruptly after your kind hospitality the other day, I hope you will forgive me for it.” Hermione offered with a downcast gaze as if remembering that day caused her some sort of discomfort.
“Don’t fret on it Ms. Granger, I don’t take personal offence so easily.” Narcissa answered with a warm smile, “I do hope you are feeling better, did you get a chance to visit your own healer?”
“Yes, I did” She answered without offering more information on the subject, not that she needed it. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She continued politely as if to avoid the topic all together.
“As a matter of fact yes, I’ve come here to speak to you about my son Ms. Granger.” Narcissa answered starring the other woman straight in the eye and noticing a strange emotion cross her face a mixture between anger and tenderness that peeked Narcissa’s curiosity.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I have nothing to say regarding you son, nor can I imagine what you might have to say to me about him.” Hermione answered rather curtly, nervously wiping at her ink stained hands with a handkerchief, Narcissa irritably wondered why she simply didn’t use her wand but decided to shrug it off as some sort of muggleborn quirk.
“Please don’t insult my intelligence, even if your dramatic outburst at my house wasn’t enough reason for me to be here, it is more than obvious that as far as you and my son are concerned there is much more than meets the eye.”
“Even so, there is nothing more to be said on the matter, whatever possible relation may have existed between me and Draco professional or otherwise, is a thing of the past and I would like it to remain there.” Hermione answered a fierce spark of defiance flashing in her eyes and Narcissa could admire for the first time since she had met her what it was that drew her son so irrevocably back to this woman time and time again.
“Oh please don’t misinterpret my intensions Ms.Granger, I have not come here to intervene for my son at least not in the way you seem to be thinking. What I want is for you to go back to your fiancée, get married and give a stable home to that child you are carrying. I want for you to please, please stop hurting my son.” Narcissa noted the slight desperate edge of her voice and made an effort to control it. Hermione simply stared at her apparently shocked, the blood seemed to have drained from her face and her hands began to tremble.
“The healer who saw you the day you fainted asked me how far along where, I decided to keep it to myself since it seemed that on that occasion you weren’t aware of it. Hard as it might be for you to believe I’m not here to judge you. All I want is for my son to have a chance at a happy life, he has spent so much time paying for the mistakes that his father and I made, that I want him to have a family and be happy and not have to fight for it every single minute of his life” She watched as Hermione’s eyes overflowed with tears and felt her own eyes burn, she turned her head away not wanting to break down in front of her. A heavy silence followed, until Hermione’s trembling voice broke it.
“The child… the child I’m expecting is Draco’s” Narcissa’s head snapped back to stare at her as she felt her stomach drop, for a second she thought that it was some sort of sick joke being played on her but the other woman´s grave expression told her otherwise. Without another word she made to leave, hoping her trembling knees would let her make it far from that place before she collapsed; pausing at the door she turned back to Hermione.
“I suggest that you go back to your fiancée and give that child a stable home Ms. Granger, for all our sakes.”
A/N: Yay! So I'm back, I'll spare you all the apologies and excuses and hope you all enjoy this chapter, if you guys are still reading this Thank you for sticking around and not loosing faith, I promised I'd finish this story and I will, hopefully before next year.
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