Hermione silently used a banishing charm on Tonks’s message and smiled nervously at the pregnant Auror. Her head was swimming with thoughts, the foremost being; Draco is going to see his mother? She was pleased for him, but concerned it might not go well, and maybe just the tiniest bit worried that Narcissa might still hold a great deal of sway over Draco. What if she went on about family loyalty and blood purity at him, and convinced him...? Guilted him...? Persuaded him...? God, Hermione’s mind ran riot with all the havoc Narcissa could possibly wreak. Draco never talked about his mother, but Hermione could tell just how much he loved her – deeply. More than he loved Hermione even, maybe. Which was only normal, Hermione assumed, but...she felt jealous of bloody Narcissa Malfoy. Ugh.