She’d been beside herself when Hermione and Draco approached, informing her of their intention to seal the bond as soon as possible. Hermione thought she had seen Narcissa in all manner of emotion by now; devastation, contentment, anger, sadness, fear– but her face that day had been something new. Narcissa had been in awe that Hermione had so easily agreed to seal their bond, and when they informed Narcissa that it had in fact been Hermione’s idea, she’d launched herself at Hermione, holding her tight and whispering against her ear in a tone Hermione could only describe as motherly, "I’ve always wanted a daughter, Hermione, and I’m overjoyed that dream has come true and more importantly– that it is you the Gods have chosen for me." Hermione had brushed the unshed tears from her eyes quickly, before the emotion swept her away and she lost focus. 