Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
Its something that I look forward to all the time and when it comes its there it seems like it will never come. And then when it does it gets snatched away.
And my mother snatched my silence away when she cleared her throat.
I looked up at where she was sitting at the head of the table. She had taken over that spot after Dad died and still it seemed unnatural for her to be sitting there.
Her eyes were as cold as ever. "Is something wrong Draco?" she asked, placing her fork down next to her plate.
I pushed my food around on my plate and remembered when we were little and you used to tell me not to play with my food. "No, Mum."
"You seem upset."
I put my fork down and looked back up at her. "I'm not upset, Mum."
She tilted her head to one side, blonde hair covering half of her face. "How are the wedding plans coming?"
"Fine Mum. Pansy and her Mum are doing a wonderful job," I said, and inside I wanted to scream that you were blind if you thought that I wanted to marry Pansy. I wanted to tell you I loved Hermione and wished I could be with her and not Pansy. I wanted you to know that I would rather die than have any part in this abomination.
"Then why do you seem so sad?"
"I'm not sad, Mum," I said in a firm manner. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"Your not happy," she concluded, taking her napkin off of her lap and placing it on the table next to her plate.
She motioned slightly to the corner and one of the house elves came dashing over removing the plate and napkin. I noticed that she had hardly eaten anything.
Then I remembered your crusade to free house elves and how no matter what you were determined to make them equal and then I felt bad for having them.
My mother cleared her throat.
She had her finger pressed to her chin. "It seems to me that you don't want to marry Pansy."
I said nothing.
"Are you listening to me, Draco?"
"It seems to me that you don't want to marry Pansy."
"Why wouldn't I want to marry Pansy, Mum?"
"You don't love her."
Those words hung in the air like a fog.
For a long time I said nothing and you said nothing.
Finally I spoke. "I never said that, Mum."
"But you never said you did, either."
I put my fork down with a loud clank. "Mum, is there a point to this conversation?"
"Draco, I want you to be happy. You aren't happy with Pansy."
I folded my hands. "Mum, I said I would marry Pansy and I plan to marry Pansy."
"Are you going to marry Pansy because you want to or because you promised to."
I stood up and was making my way out of the room but my Mom stopped me. "You're still in love with her."
I glanced back at her. "Who?"
I had forgotten I had told her about you.
Would that surprise you? That I told my mother about you? That I let her know I was in love with a muggle and that I wanted to be with you?
My mother loved me and she wanted me to be happy so I told her.
But now I folded my arms across my chest. "What makes you say that?"
"I know you like a book Draco."
She stood up and walked over to me. She put her hands on my shoulders. "You are my son. I love you. I want you to be happy. Pansy doesn't make you happy."
And then she smiled. "But Hermione does."
I looked away from her. "I messed things up with her Mum."
She pulled me in to a hug. "Then find her and make things better."
And I wondered if it was too late for me to get you back.
And then I felt like I would cry because I was afraid it was too late.