"Mother?" The one word was taut with shock and relief, and he stared at Narcissa with wide, uncomprehending eyes. Narcissa stood at the bottom of the cellar steps in profile to Hermione, and the young woman saw a smile touch Narcissa’s mouth faintly, softening her cold, haughty features. Hermione’s eyes darted to Draco, and she smiled herself as immense relief and happiness lit him up. It was gratifying, Hermione admitted, to know that Draco was happy because of something that she had done. She wasn’t sure what to do with that thought, so she filed it away for later consideration, and watched the scene unfolding before her, a warm feeling in her stomach.