He despised it when Narcissa touched him to get on his good side. His arm twitched, and he tried his best not to yank it back. “What do you want me to do, Narcissa?” He faked a smile, trying to reason with the witch. This was supposed to be his nice weekend. He would give anything to go back to his room and curl up in his bed. There was always a school meeting, students messing around, or he simply had far too many papers to go through. In all honesty, he hated the Malfoy manor too.

He also hated how the table was slightly shaking because of it. “Do you think I haven’t done that? Who do you take me for, Severus? Do you think he listens? He just moves his cane around, like I’m supposed to be scared of him.” Narcissa was violently stirring her tea, as she explained her situation to Severus. “Oh then stop moaning to me, and talk to him!” Severus cried. The dimly lit kitchen didn’t help her gloomy vibes, either. “Oh for Merlin’s sake! Severus, you know how miserable I was after Draco! And it’s not like he cares about me, or the child, anyway! He’s no different than those hit-and-run boys.” Narcissa sounded as if she was almost about to cry. He was never involved in their lives unless there was a problem either with Lucius’s behavior, or Draco’s education. I fail to see how Lucius asking for another child is any of my business.” He admitted, awkwardly fidgeting with the tablecloth. “I am,” Severus was not expecting this invitation for an afternoon tea at the Malfoy manor to go as such. “Are you even listening?” Narcissa sighed as she snapped her fingers before Severus’s eyes, trying to get his attention.

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