"No. No, don’t be sorry." Hermione couldn’t see Narcissa’s face as the older witch walked toward Draco, but she didn’t need to; the woman’s voice overflowed with pain and love. "I love you. I haven’t said it enough. Haven’t shown it very well. But I do, Draco. I swear it." The aloof, pale woman – so like her son – stopped a few feet away from Draco, and held out her arms.