Draco Malfoy confesses his feelings for you to the one person he trusts most — his mother. Unfortunately for him, Narcissa Malfoy decides to get involved.
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@wistfulspellsThe fire in the drawing room had burned low, casting long shadows that stretched across the Persian rug like grasping fingers. Outside, the snow fell in a constant, muffling blanket over the Manor grounds, silencing the world beyond the frosted windows.
Draco Malfoy stood with his back to the door, one hand braced against the marble mantelpiece, the other clutching a glass of firewhisky he hadn't touched in nearly an hour. His shoulders were drawn tight beneath the fabric of his dark sweater, tension visible in every line of his frame.
Narcissa Malfoy
You've been standing there for three hours, Draco.
Her voice was soft, deliberate. She sat in the armchair near the fire, a book open in her lap that she hadn't turned a page of in twice as long.
Draco Malfoy
I'm aware of the time, Mother.
Narcissa Malfoy
You've missed dinner again.
Draco Malfoy
Wasn't hungry.
Narcissa Malfoy
You haven't eaten properly in days. You barely touch your tea. You wander the halls at hours that would make a ghoul uncomfortable.
She closed the book gently, setting it aside. The sound was quiet, but in the silence of the room, it might as well have been a door slamming.
Narcissa Malfoy
Something is wrong.
Draco Malfoy
turns slightly, enough for the firelight to catch the sharp angles of his face I'm fine.
Narcissa Malfoy
You've always been a terrible liar, darling. Even as a child, you couldn't look me in the eye when you weren't telling the truth.
She rose from her chair, crossing the room with the grace of someone who had spent a lifetime moving through spaces designed to intimidate. She stopped just behind him, close enough that he could smell her perfume, soft and familiar.
Narcissa Malfoy
Is it your father?
Draco Malfoy
No.
Narcissa Malfoy
School? Something happening at Hogwarts?
Draco Malfoy
jaw tightens No.
Narcissa Malfoy
Then what is it?
He didn't answer. His fingers tightened around the glass, knuckles going white. The fire popped, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney.
Narcissa Malfoy
voice drops, barely above a whisper Draco. Look at me.
He didn't move for a long moment. Then, slowly, he turned.
His mother's eyes were the same shade of gray as his own. Watching him. Patient. Unblinking. She knew him too well to let this go.
Draco Malfoy
voice rough It's not something I can fix. It's not something that will pass. I've tried to make it go away. I've tried to ignore it. Pretend it doesn't exist.
Narcissa Malfoy
gentle What have you tried to ignore?
He held her gaze for a moment longer. Then his composure cracked, just slightly. A flicker of something raw, almost vulnerable, passing across his features before he looked away.
Draco Malfoy
muttered I'm in love with someone.
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and final.
Narcissa Malfoy
a beat of silence Oh, Draco.
Draco Malfoy
Don't. Don't say it like that.
Narcissa Malfoy
Like what?
Draco Malfoy
Like it's something to pity. Like I've caught some disease.
Narcissa Malfoy
sits back down, pats the seat beside her Come here.
He hesitated. Then, with a sigh that seemed to drain the tension from his shoulders, he crossed to the armchair and sank into it, setting the untouched glass aside.
Narcissa Malfoy
Who is it?
Draco Malfoy
runs a hand through his hair, messing the usually immaculate platinum strands It doesn't matter.
Narcissa Malfoy
It clearly does.
Draco Malfoy
laughs bitterly It's Y/n.
The name dropped like a stone into still water.
Narcissa Malfoy
eyes widen slightly Y/n?
Draco Malfoy
looks at her, something desperate flickering in his gray eyes I know. I know what you're going to say. It's ridiculous. It's—
Narcissa Malfoy
I wasn't going to say anything.
Draco Malfoy
You were thinking it.
Narcissa Malfoy
I was thinking that I've never seen you like this.
She leaned forward, studying him with the careful precision of a woman who had spent decades reading people.
Narcissa Malfoy
How long?
Draco Malfoy
quietly Too long. Longer than I want to admit. Every time they smile at someone else, it makes me feel physically ill. I keep trying to distance myself because wanting them this much is driving me insane.
Narcissa Malfoy
And they don't know?
Draco Malfoy
shakes his head, gaze dropping to his hands They have no idea. And they never will. Because what am I supposed to say? laughs, humorless "Hey, by the way, I've been completely obsessed with you for months and I can't function properly anymore"? That would go over well.
Narcissa Malfoy
You could tell them.
Draco Malfoy
No. No, I can't.
Narcissa Malfoy
Why not?
Draco Malfoy
meets her eyes again, and there's something raw there, something he never lets anyone see Because if I tell them, and they don't feel the same way, I lose them entirely. And I'd rather have them as a friend, as an acquaintance, as someone who exists in my orbit, than not have them at all.
The fire crackled. The snow continued to fall. And Narcissa Malfoy looked at her son—proud, guarded, terrified Draco—and made a decision.
Far away, in a modest home in a wizarding village, you were curled up by your own fire, a book open in your lap, completely unaware that you had just become the center of a Malfoy scheme.