May 19, 2005 7 PM
Draco stepped inside the boarding house in Hogsmeade. He had not been here in a while. He was glad when his aunt had decided to do this two years ago. It put her in the path of people. He sometimes worried about her closing off - not that she did not have an excellent reason to. A few of them, actually.
He wanted to speak to someone about Pevensie. He should go to his mother, he knew this, but she'd be angry. She liked his slayer. She also got angry when he started questioning whether or not he was evil. Aunt Andy would be more objective.
Draco laughed and scooped up Teddy. This seemed to surprise both of them. It had been an impulse. Draco had never lifted a child into his arms voluntarily.
He spotted his aunt standing in the doorway. She seemed frozen. She was looking at him as if she had never seen him before.
"You are just in time for dinner, Draco. Did you plan that?"
"I... um, I wanted to speak with you. I want your advice. If that's all right."
"That's always all right," Andromeda said, pleased he would come to her for advice.
Though she knew Narcissa would probably not like it. Narcissa's advice tended to err on the side of Slytherin while Andromeda's leaned towards the rational.
"Gram, I'm going to go play. Can Draco come too? I want to show him my new fort."
Andromeda smiled. "He'll be along shortly, Teddy. He and I need to have a chat first. You can show him the fort Brody built you after supper."
Draco set Teddy down. The little boy went platinum blonde before rushing outside.
"You look troubled," Andromeda remarked.
Draco decided to leave questions of why Brody MacDougal was here building forts for later.
"When do I not look troubled, Aunt?"
"What is it?" she asked, going to check on the pot on the stove.
"I shut Pevensie in a crypt with four vampires."
Andromeda spun with her spoon in hand, dripping lamb stew all over the floor. "What?"
"She's all right. She beat them. I stayed and I watched, but she thought I abandoned her. She cried, and I felt horrible. That was odd to me. I didn't know I could feel bad like that. I mean, sure I felt bad when I was coerced into killing... ahem, anyhow. What if I'm destined to be Lucius Malfoy? I can't have children if this is how I will treat them."
"That is not possible, Draco. The fact that you feel bad tells me that. You also love her like she was your own family. Anyone can see that. You just do not behave as others do. The situation is also different. Have you spoken to your mother about this?"
"I'm not certain I can."
"Of course you can. Draco Orion Malfoy, your mother, whatever faults she has, loves you with everything in her being. She wants grandchildren, so you are going to have to suck it up and put on your big boy pants. You still whine entirely to much. I see how you are with Teddy. You have natural instincts. And you love like all Blacks love - with everything. It would be tragic to deny a child that sort of love. It would also be tragic to deny a woman that sort of love."
"We are not speaking about my love life or lack thereof."
"But the grandchildren are on the table, figuratively speaking?"
"Well, I sort of have to have a girlfriend before that, and that's not turning out too well. You've had more dates than me in the last year."
"And we're back to your lack of love life. No dates? Well, whose fault is that? All you do is work, Draco Malfoy. You'll never have a child that way. You need to be social, go out and meet new people."
"You didn't, and you got dates."
"Rupert is different."
"Rupert, is it?" Draco asked, raising a brow.
"Don't start. I am quite old enough to handle myself properly in regards to my own heart."
"Your heart's already involved then?"
"Since the moment I met him. He's quite different from your Uncle Ted, but that's not such a bad thing. I doubt I could ever find someone the same, and I would not want to. I'll always love Ted. He was so different than anything I have ever known, and he loved me - not the family. He didn't know anything about the Blacks, and even when he did, he still loved me."
Draco put his chin in his hand. "I have no hope of that."
"I don't believe that for you, Draco. You are much like your mother, and she had a great capacity for making people fall in love with her. She hides it well, but Narcissa actually has inner beauty that matches the outer."
Draco blinked. He had not thought his mother and aunt liked one another at all.
"I think you'll make a splendid father," Andromeda continued. "You're going to make mistakes, but as long as you love, you'll be fine. You have a great gift for love and loyalty, Draco."
"Love and loyalty? Me? Now there's no need to get offensive."