Narcissa stood up and slowly walked over to him and sat in the chair beside him. She had never shown him affection the way she always wanted, Lucius had told her it would make him a better Malfoy, a stronger man. She reached around him and wrapped her arms around her son, her lost little boy. He was still so young with the weight of the world on his shoulders. A dragon no more, he was just Draco, they had expected too much from a child and now she would pay the price and watch them break him. She couldn’t give up yet, if he had faith in himself then so would she. 