bleedingangel84 | Mother Knows Best (Reply)

Title: Mother Knows Best

Beta: None

Rating: PG

Warnings: Draco, being Draco-ish.

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Notes: Ron/Draco. Sequel to Commiseration These two are being demanding of me again. Pre-slash because both men refused to step out of denial. Sorry. If you read, I hope you enjoy. Continuation: The Blue Box

Written for: hogwarts365-“Courtesy is a lady’s armour.”; Calendar; A Blue Box

Summary: Narcissa attempts to help Draco win Ron, whether he wants him or not.

Mother Knows Best

“Mother! I’m late!”

“Draco, you can’t go to dinner and not bring a gift. It isn’t done.”

“This isn’t a social call, Mother. Weasley and I are meeting to brew a potion. That’s all.”

“Courtesy is a lady’s armour.”

“I am not a female, Mother.”

“Yes, well, that doesn’t mean that the rules of courtesy apply less to you, Draconis. You will bring a gift. You will use manners and you will not fight with Mr. Weasley. Harry Potter is his best friend. It wouldn’t hurt you to be cordial to the young man, now would it?”

“No, it might kill me. Or Weasley will. This potion takes two full calendar months to brew. I cannot tolerate the oaf for that length of time.”

“You are certainly your father’s son, my Dragon. Lucius had a flare for the dramatic as well. You will survive this.”

Draco eyed the small blue box his mother pressed on him with trepidation.

“What is that?”

“This is a gift to help the two of you communicate clearly so that you can work together.”

“We communicate well enough.”

“Severus would argue otherwise.”

“I’d be surprised if he has any breath to argue with, seeing as his tongue is always down Potter’s throat these days.”

“Jealousy is unbecoming of a Malfoy, darling. Go. You’ll be late.”

“I am not jealous of Severus! Why does no one understand that?! Weasley is a boor with overly large feet, and his hair looks like his head has been set afire.”

“He is also attractively muscled, of marriageable age, and a Pureblood. Manners can be taught.”

“Mother, honestly! He’s a Weasley. We’d fit together like ice cream and broccoli. Malfoys and Weasleys shouldn’t mix.”

“Neither should some Potions ingredients, and yet, they do."

“I’m leaving. Everyone in my life has gone mad. Have you all taken an Insanity Infusion? At least Weasley acts as he always has.”

“Keep telling yourself that, dear. Do have fun."

“It’s potions brewing with Weasley. Fun isn’t the word that comes to mind. It’s possible there will be an explosion.”

“If nothing else, Mr. Weasley keeps you entertained.”

“You may have a point, Mother. I do loathe being bored.”