"Hush, Draco. You’ve been a little ill, that’s all. Don’t you remember?" Narcissa smiled at him and drew the rug up a bit further, fussing over him with quiet content, and her face shone with motherly love. Draco smiled in return. It was nice to see her happy. For so long she had been worn and strained, nerves worn to a fraying thread...hadn’t she? He couldn’t seem to remember anything at all.