Adam lead the group through the Holborn station and out into the fresh air. A short while later they arrived in front of the British Museum. "We have about an hour and a half for you to explore the museum and get a bit to eat. There are cafes in both the north-west and north-east corners of the building."

Granger scurried ahead of the group with Weasley and Potter close behind. Draco extended an arm to his mother and escorted her inside the museum. He grabbed a map from one of the stands and unfolded it as Narcissa took in her surroundings.

"Would you like to look at Greek vases now or later, mother?" Draco asked in a bored tone as he studied the map. "Or perhaps lunch?" he suggested.

"Lunch, please." She said with a weary look on her face. "I need to rest my feet."

"Regretting the heels?" He asked with a smug look on his face as they joined the queue.

"Nothing another discreet cushioning charm won't fix."

Following the person in front of him, Draco grabbed a plastic tray and set it on the metal ledge attached to the food counter. He grabbed a turkey sandwich and set it down. He looked at the signs in front of the food. "How many galleons to a squiggle with a line through it?"

"Pounds, Draco. Didn't you read the brochure?" Narcissa asked with a hint of dismay.

Draco shook his head. "Not a single word, mother," he said as he added more food to their tray. Narcissa managed to pay without hassle and dumped the remaining coins in her handbag as they headed to a table in the corner.

She made a face as Draco set the tray on the table.

"What?" he asked as he sat down and took one of the sandwiches.

Narcissa sat reluctantly. "Just..." she trailed off. No cloth. These chairs are disgusting and uncomfortable and Merlin only knows the last time this table was properly cleaned. "Nothing," she finished and tentatively took a sandwich from the tray.

They sat in silence for the duration of their lunch. Each too tired and bordering on culture shell shock to initiate conversation. After they had finished eating and Narcissa had recast her cushioning charm, they walked around looking at artifacts from Athens, Lycia and Assyria. They pretended to be interested in various Muggle antiquities in an attempt to avoid association with the Weasleys who were excitedly discussing Muggles far too loudly.

Once they had convened outside the museum Adam turned to the group and announced, "Now that we've had lunch and a bit of a rest we'll head back on the train for one final journey on The Underground."

"A bit of a rest? I knew he wasn't right the moment he stepped foot in my greenhouse," muttered Professor Sprout.

They boarded the train again at Holborn and were surprised when Adam instructed them to get off at the next stop. Their collective relief at leaving the underground was cut short when Adam diverted their path from the Way Out signs and led them onto another platform.

"The next station is..." And here we go again thought Draco. He began silently mocking the announcements again. Each one more over the top and flamboyant than the one before.

"This is Embankment. Change here for the Northern, Circle, District, and Bakerloo lines."

The group gathered on the Circle Line platform. "We'll be alighting at Westminster so please stay close together."

"Finally!" Narcissa breathed as she stepped off the train and onto the Westminster platform.

"A bit much isn't it, Narcissa?" Asked McGonagall as they followed the Way Out signs.

"Indeed it is." At least my son's cock wasn't pressing into my arse this time.

Coming out of the underground station they crossed the road and stood facing a very large clock. Narcissa attempted to listen, certain that this particular clock and its attached building, which reminded her very much of Hogwarts, was very important to the muggles. She was tired and overwhelmed. What I would give for a coffee.

"C'mon, Malfoy!" Narcissa watched her son being dragged along by a very enthusiastic Potter as they headed down Westminster Bridge. She almost felt bad for making him come along on the walking tour with her. Almost.

Adam led them down a set of steps, past tourist shops and tents, all advertising the same postcards and same cheap clothing. Stopping in front of a large contraption, which Adam insisted was an "eye", he handed them each a paper ticket and urged them into the queue.

Narcissa waited in line, taking her nervousness and apprehension out on her ticket. Her aversion to quidditch had more to do with her fear of heights than dislike for the sport. The queue moved forward. Closer and closer until part of their group was being ushered into one of the moving pods. Narcissa gripped Draco's hand, not sure what to expect.

Draco instinctively rubbed her hand with this thumb, trying to express silent reassurance. Together they stepped into the pod, bracing themselves as if expecting a sudden jolt. Instead they felt nothing. It was as if they weren't even moving. They walked over to an empty section of the railing and looked out over the Thames.

"What is it?" Draco asked, noticing a peculiar look upon his mother's face.

She turned and gave him a rare smile before turning back to looking at the ever growing smaller city. "I'm just...content".

Draco smiled and squeezed her hand before turning his gaze out the windows as well. It had been a surprisingly good day. As happy as he felt he also felt overwhelmed. Every idea shoved into his brain as a child was wrong, full of hatred and prejudice. It was different of course, but not bad.

He had enjoyed the museum, as bland as the food was. He had no complaints about the muggle girls and was rather fond of the way they dressed. Wizarding dress could stand to be updated. If he was being honest he knew he had fallen in love with the city. Except the damn train. Who builds a bloody train underground? The judgmental muggles, crowded carriages which forced my cock right into my mum's too tight skirt wearing arse.

Draco rolled his eyes. Who the fuck describes their mum's arse as tight? Before he could lecture himself further he felt an arm on his shoulder and nearly jumped.

"Draco?" His skin tight skirt wearing mum asked. "Are you alright?"

"I - uh... Nothing," he said, trying not to blush. He dropped her hand. She knew. There was no way she could have not noticed what had happened on the underground.

After they had disembarked, they gathered around Adam. "This concludes the end of our walking tour," he said. "I do hope you've enjoyed yourselves and should you have any questions please let me know or do feel free to contact the Muggle and Magical Relations Office."

The group dispersed, leaving Draco and Narcissa still standing in front of the Eye. "Should we find an alley and apparate back?" she asked.

Draco looked around. "I actually wouldn't mind walking further down the river if you don't mind."

Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "Not at all," she said, smirking. "I'm assuming you've enjoyed your time amongst the muggles today?" She asked as they headed down the pavement.

"Perhaps," he responded as they passed a series of human statues and a man in a kilt playing the bagpipes. Draco had to admit he was starting to like the muggles.

They walked next to the river in silence. Taking in the city, happy to be free of their tour group and their obnoxious guide.

"I don't understand," Narcissa said, nearly tripping as she dodged a Muggle, "why Muggles feel the need to stop in the middle of the pavement to read a bloody map".

Draco said nothing as he attempted to stifle a laugh as she adjusted her hat. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. He could tell she was exhausted, as hard as she was trying to hide it. Perhaps a bit shocked. Frazzled. He liked it. A simple reminder she wasn't as perfect as she pretended.

"Nice to see they managed to repair it," Draco said dryly as they passed Millenium Bridge. He remembered too well the punishment that the Death Eaters had received for failing to kill a sufficient amount of Muggles.

They walked for a while longer until they reached a large, metal ship. Draco leaned against the metal railing, trying to get a better look at it. Narcissa leaned next to him, looking across the river at what appeared to be a very small castle.

"What would you do if you had to live in the Muggle world?" Draco asked, still looking at the ship.

Narcissa shrugged "I'd get by. Couldn't be that difficult, could it?"