it will never happen...it can\'t

NARCISSA\'S POV


I was so afraid. That he would end up alone. Or worse, with someone who didn\'t love him. When I heard about the law, I just had to interfere...I had to get Hermione Granger to live in the Manor. Because I knew, he respected her pain far too much to ever try anything with her.

I knew that she was the one who made it impossible for any other to come into his life. She was the only one that was equal. To him. In everything but blood.

I needed help. Only few people knew that it was Lucius who killed the Grangers. Almost noone knew that it was Draco who took Lucius\' life. But still, the chances that Hermione Granger will be put into a Malfoy home....were little.

Draco talked to me about Harry, often. They learnd how to respect each other, during the war. I dare to say, that after the war, they even became... friends. . Not the closest type in a transparent way. The closest type in a way of respect, rare but personal conversations. They grew tighter, in a very strange and sometimes so clumsy way.

It started during their last year at Hogwarts. And luckily, it still lasts. I used to watch them together, and after a short time, I realised, they had so much in common. They were both so charming, in their different ways. Both smart. They both had values in their lives set. Determined.....stubborn. Sensitive, with a perfect fasade to cover it.

The only difference was the fact that Harry didn\'t posses Draco\'s sarcastic sense of humor, and Draco didn\'t carry his heart on his sleeve, as Harry did. Then, there was this something inside of Harry that made it so hard not to love him. And something inside Draco that made it so hard not to hate him.

Putting the two of them in the same room, or better, at the same table was a guarantee for an extremely fun evening.

The greatest thing they had in common was Hermione Granger.

Harry fought so much. To keep her. Above the surface. And I admired his strenght. You see, I had a son who was fighting his inner battle every day. And I couldn\'t reach to him. In those occasions that I tried, he left me frightened and hopeless.

I had the oportunity to witness my son\'s reactions to Harry\'s stories about her struggle. At first I really did think it was only guilt, playing on his face. But after some time I realised it wasn\'t. He was in love with her. And it was so obvious.

When he left the country, I figured why he did it. I went to Harry and just said, that I do not need a confirmation from him, but that I know, and see my son\'s feelings towards her.

I needed him to help me to arrange it, that she comes to my home. He disagreed. I think he was affraid. I think I was too. It was not really smart to bring her to a home of a man who killed her parents.

He said he would think it over. And he did. He came to my home the next morning, saying that he does not know a way to fully bring her back to life, and that maybe a shock like this would make her react....He said yes. He will arrange it. And then pray.

I met Hermione Granger the following day.

The girl I saw took my breath away. And for the first time I realised how Draco must have felt. I actually admired him . For being brave enough to resist her. And brave enough to leave her behind.

She, she seemed to be ok. I think she didn\'t really know what to expect. How to react to me. Maybe it was her courage that made her smile and laugh, and be polite for the first few days.

But it was her pain that eventualy took over. It was not the angry and loud type of pain. It was a quiet, destroying one. The nightmares she had, showed the true state that she was in. I must say, it did not look well. But I was determined. To heal her.

Harry visited us almost every day. And as the time passed, she started to open up. Strangely..., to me. She started to ask about Draco. I told her everything I could, without mentioning Lucius,of course.

She told me some stories about my son, that I never heard. By the way she talked about him , I realised, that...well, that there was hope. And I, like my son, was falling in love with the beautifull creature that was sharing my every day.

And then, one day, she asked when he\'s coming back. She asked calmly...and I almost droped the cup of tea that I was holding. Soon, I said. And decided that it\'s time for me to play on the \'\'lonely mother\'\' card. So, I did. He arrived two days later.

The expresssion on his face when he saw her. I swear, I did not know that a Malfoy had it. I almost laughed at him during the dinner. And then almost blushed, after the vine he had alowed him to look at her more directly. It was my time to go. So I did. Thrilled with the ...um, strange relationship they had. I never saw any other girl treat him like that. Usually,....well, usually, they just worshiped him.


They had to go through so much...too much at that young age. But, somehow, it looks like it was worth it. It really was. When I see them like this...when I see my little princess hug her daddy, when I hear him laugh,... it was all worth it.

And then I see this young beauty looking at me, reading my mind and smiling at me...I know her happiness and love for them is as big as mine. And she gives me peace. Because I know that when the day comes,I will leave my son and granchildren in the hands of one strong and amazing woman.


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