The moon was bright as it shone down in the night sky, over looking the large grass field, the iron wrought fence, and the looming figure of the Malfoy Manor. Most of the lights in the large, five story manor were off, leaving it to look as though everyone inside it had gone to bed, which most everyone had trailed had by now. Everyone expect one.

The fire place crackled merrily in the stone fire pit, flashing shadows upon the walls, the tips of its flames licking at the top of the hearth. All the lights were off; the fire was the only source of light in the dark living room.

A woman sat in on of the chairs in the large room, staring into the fire place with a glazed look in her steely gray eyes. Her arms cradled something, something wrapped in a dark green blanket. A head leaned on her shoulder, pale with blonde white hair, and little hands gripped at Narcissa's as she glanced down at her four-year-old boy, who had fallen fast asleep well over an hour ago. Narcissa just didn't have the heart to move him.

His eyelids twitched every so often, as though he were dreaming, dreaming about the wildest of things.

Perhaps he was flying over the mountains, or swimming in the deepest of oceans. Perhaps he was at Hogwarts or even at home. Perhaps his imagination had taken him to his own land, a land where everything is right, and there's nothing going on in the world. Perhaps it's a place where nothing is happening at all, and he's making the best of it.

She leaned her head down and gently placed her lips against the top of Draco's head, tightening her hold on him momentarily. His pale lips were parted in the smallest of ways, and his breath was light and even.

Taking a calming breath, she slowly lumbered to her feet, placing a hand on his back to keep him pressed against her as she started out of the room. One of the house elves would no doubt get the fire, so she needn't disturb Draco in order to pull out her wand and extinguish it.

Lucius had already gone up to bed. He had, had a long day of work at the Ministry today, and he needed his rest.

Narcissa pushed open Draco's bedroom door with her foot and walked inside towards the small bed, pulling back the sheets and placing him down. She reached down and pulled off his socks before pulling his shirt easily and gently from over his head, lying him down and pulling the covers up to his chin.

In all the time that she was moving him around, Draco didn't stir once, his eyelids continued to twitch every so often, and his breathing remained light and steady.

She folded up his shirt and socks before placing them on the chair beside his desk and reaching a hand up to touch the top of his light. At her touch, a faint light flooded from the corner of the room, where a small golden snitch night light sat.

She leaned down and kissed the top of Draco's forehead before she turned and walked out, leaving the door open a slight crack.