"I did, mother," he said stiffly, chin up and face blank, radiating his uncomfortableness clearly. Narcissa's mouth down-turned ever so slightly, lips pursing and a shadow coming over those periwinkle blue eyes. She really was very beautiful, Hermione thought as she stood silent and nervous by Draco's side, but it was a cold, still sort of beauty. Like a marble statue. Except when Narcissa smiled and her face gentled and lit up, like it did right then when she kissed the baby on the forehead agai, and gave it a little squeeze of a cuddle.