I've Got Another Confession to Make
Draco sighed as he took a seat in the main sitting room. He was not looking forward to this, but Snape had told him it was all right. Draco was probably going to be hexed, but with his mentor planning on coming out of the woodwork to help with Willow, a few people would need to know so that they did not die of shock later.
Narcissa walked into the room. "This is a pleasant surprise, darling. How have you been?"
"I'd save the pleasant part until after. I've been busy. Astoria managed to catch the moron that was meddling with the marks, but he attached himself to Willow somehow, so we can't torture him without hurting her. Very annoying."
Narcissa took her seat and folded her hands in her lap. "You do realize there are ways around every little spell? I'm sure with time you could find your way around it and get around to torturing the man again."
"Oh I plan on it. The getting around it, that is. The problem is it is not human magic, but demonic, but I'll figure it out," Draco said with a wicked grin. "Well, not me specifically. I don't believe I'm quite that talented."
"Talented at torture or the spell? Because I refuse to believe you are not talented to get around the spell."
"Willow's more powerful and smarter than I am. She can't figure it out, but when she has the help she needs, it will be nothing for them combined."
Draco was half hoping she'd guess instead of him having to tell her then dodge hexes.
Narcissa nodded. "Well I'm pleased that he was captured."
"I am as well."
Draco frowned. She was going to be very upset. Perhaps he could just blurt it out then dive behind the sofa.
"I need to tell you something."
Her eyebrow went up. "That sounds ominous. Well do tell."
Draco sat there staring at her for a very long time. He was trying to think of the best way to say it. After careful consideration, just blurting it out really did seem the best way to go.
"Snape's not dead."
She froze. Surely Draco did not say what she thought he said. "I beg your pardon?"Oh shit
. "That's who's going to help Willow. He's been hiding, letting everybody think he's dead."
Narcissa captured Draco's gaze and stared him down, looking deep into eyes. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"I thought him dead as well... until he contacted me. He's different. Astoria knew. She saw it when we used to be together. Now Willow and Blaise know because Tori had a freak out and started kissing people and showing them their futures."
She had to take deep breaths so she didn't explode in anger. "So he contacted you? How long have you kept this from me?"
"Almost six years?"
Draco's body was tensed and ready to bolt. He had not seen his mother go for her wand as of yet, but he was ready.
She shot up off of the chair. "You have been holding this secret for six years
?" she asked loudly.
Draco moved quickly, vaulting over the back of the couch for cover.
"He made me swear! I told no one, not even Blaise until now! How could I betray his trust after all he's done for me?"
"He did that for you because I asked him to! He made an Unbreakable Vow to me to protect you. He had no right to ask that of you, and you had no right to keep it from me!" she snapped.
"He has every right to ask things of me! I ruined everything! I was weak and he killed someone who trusted him implicitly! Because I was weak. I owe him whatever life he can have."
Narcissa narrowed her eyes. "I do not care. He should not have made you keep this for so long." She started to pace, her arms crossed so she did not lose her temper.
Draco shot up from behind the sofa. "He's not making me. I had absolutely no problem carrying out his requests. Still don't. He's a good man who doesn't deserve what's happened to him."
The moment his head appeared, Narcissa grabbed her wand and sent him a hex when she turned around. "He knew exactly what would happen when he took on that vow."
Draco managed to deflect her hex, but only because he was ready for it. He still gave her an incredulous look for it.
"You're not being fair," Draco said as he ducked back down. "And I can't believe you just tried to hex me! I'm you're only child!"
She pursed her lips. "And I would hex you if I had a dozen children and I will continue to do so when you are being stupid!"
"I'm stupid because I kept something from you? Mother, I don't tell you everything. I can't. Why are you so angry about this? I would think you'd be happy he's not dead."
"This was too much for you to bear. He should have known better. You were dealing with too much as it was."
He stood again, angry now. "I'm an adult!"
Of course the shouting did not lend credence to this.
"I told you he's different. He can't do this by himself."
"But you should have asked help! You have done enough already!"
A house elf peered in. "Does mistress need anything?"
Narcissa spun around and hexed the doorway the house elf was leaning in. Lucius was bound to make an appearance if the shouting continued, so she tried to calm herself.
"The whole problem was my not doing enough," Draco said. "He saved my life, and I will never forget that. He's going to save Willow. And maybe she'll save him because I'm certainly failing there."
She crossed her arm. "I do not agree."
Draco sighed. Of course she didn't.
The anger bled out of her. "I wish this had not happened to you. You have done too much and bore too many things when you were young."
"I'm not sorry. I think one day I'm going to be worth a damn because of it. If all that hadn't happened, I'd have never met Willow. I wouldn't have Pevensie, and I know I'd be a self-important jerk aside from being an arsehole sometimes."
She crossed over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "You know I do not like you talking about yourself in such a manner. I have confidence you are an outstanding man without outside help."
"You're biased. I'm you're only child, and you're a good mother, so you have to like me. I have no illusions about myself, Mother. I know who I have been, who I am now, and who I want to be. The Draco of now and the one I aspire to be are not the same man."
"And I disagree again," she replied. "But now that you have told me, I will take this up with Severus himself."
"You can't," Draco replied, eyes wide. "He hides half the time I bring him his groceries. He's not ready."
Her eyebrow went up. "That is not up to you now."
"I am asking you not to do this. He won't be able to handle it. Something's broken in him, Mother. Even more broken than before. He doesn't leave. Ever. He doesn't even come to the door."
Narcissa shook her head. "My mind is set."
"Please don't. At least let me ask him first. He trusts me. Please don't ruin that. Don't make me protect him from you."
"He has trusted you this much. I doubt your mother and his friend showing up would betray that. You have done much more..." she trailed off, hesitant to say the words than he deserved
out loud, because the man had done so much for her son when she asked.
"He's not who you recall, Mother. He's different. You can't go in there shouting at him and hexing. As I just said, he was broken before, but now he's shattered. I am begging you to leave it alone for now."
And a part of Draco had been wondering lately if his old mentor's mind was still whole. There was a great possibility that it was not after all that Snape had been through.
Trusting in her son to not lie to her and tell her the truth, she nodded reluctantly. "For now."
Draco sighed in relief. "Thank you."