“Oh! I am so sorry! Are you all right?” She exclaimed, wide eyed.
“Fine, fine.” Lupin grumbled, pulling his shirt away from his skin and grimacing.
“May I buy you and your son a cup of coffee, or maybe an ice cream to make it up to you?” She pressed, hand on his bicep to hold him in place as she carefully laid the tracking spell on the inside of his sleeve. From there all it would take would be an accidental brush against his skin for the charm to link to him, even with Polyjuice. “It is the least I could do – ”
“Yeah! C’mon Da-Uncle Remus!” Harry called cheerfully, Draco now beside him. “And we can go check out the brooms next door!”
“Sorry, Selina. We should probably return home.” Lupin said distractedly, glaring a silent warning at Harry.
It took everything in her to not react to the slip, but years of training held true. Her jaw clenched, she conceded silently with a bow of her head, watching them hustle out of the store and out of sight. Such a little thing, calling her by her middle name instead of her first.
Remus Lupin had never had cause to know or remember her first name, much less her middle one.
Draco followed her to the register, still bubbling with his own excitement. “Mother! I just met Harry Potter! Did you see him? He’s going to Hogwarts this year, just like me! His birthday is next week! That’s why he and his uncle were here. Harry said that he would try to save me a spot on the train, if he could.”
She smiled affectionately at him, her heart suddenly overflowing with fierce love. “Yes, my dragon. I saw him. Are you all done with your fitting? Will you have everything you need for school?” She said, glancing up at the clerk at the counter.
The clerk smiled cheerfully, handing her a slip of paper. “All done, Mrs. Malfoy, and charged to your account. Your order will be delivered in about seven to ten business days.”
Narcissa nodded her thanks over her shoulder as her impatient son pulled her away. “Now can we go look at brooms?” He sounded so much like Harry in that moment that she stopped dead, staring at him. He looked at her inquisitively. “Mother? Are you alright?”
She took a breath, refocusing. First, get her son home and to safety. She couldn’t help the fond smile down at Draco, who was still chattering a mile a minute as they walked back to the Floo station. She waited until he ran out of breath before crouching down to his level.
“Draco, I’m pleased that you enjoyed meeting young Mister Potter. Indeed, I believe you two could be good friends at Hogwarts.” She said gently. “But your father will not share in your delight, so get it out of your system and when we get home put it in the Pensieve so you don’t upset him, hmm?”
“Yes mum.” Draco said resignedly, with only a bit of a pout.
Narcissa was proud of him for that, if a bit sad; he was so young to have learned how to suppress his emotions so much! It couldn’t be helped though, as Draco had inherited his biological father’s love and exuberance for life. James had learned to rein in his emotions as the burdens and duties of being the Potter heir fell more and more heavily on his shoulders. Narcissa had managed to spare Draco some of that, poking at Lucius’s ego, age, and virility, that he would be so eager to educate his son on his inheritance and the position that would be his once Lucius was gone.