Narcissa had a little smile on her face. "Aria doesn't like our other owls, but she isn't known here at the Manor."That was the moment Draco understood what his mother wanted him to do. She wasn’t speaking about roses, she was speaking about Granger. Why the hell should he write her, and what should he write her, and why was she at Grimmauld’s Place? And depending on who was with her, how the hell should he tell her all that without anyone knowing it was him? There must be a way.