She had been the recipient of his hugs, but they were always uncomfortable. It’s as if he didn’t know where to hold her or not and she had always assumed that it was because Malfoy probably didn’t grow up being hugged as much. But the way he embraced his mother, there was no doubt in her mind how close he was to her. Gone was his mask of indifference. He looked almost like a boy who was just rescued. Gone was Narcissa Malfoy’s mask as well. She openly cried as she held her only son after months. Azkaban had taken a toll on their lives, but not their bond.