It was the summer, and you were home for the break when the argument between you and your mother reached a boiling point. Narcissa had caught a fleeting glimpse of a boy slipping out of your room via the balcony. Although she hadn’t been able to identify him, it was enough to set her off.

“You can’t have a boy in your room!” Narcissa shouted, her eyes flashing with anger. Even though you weren’t her biological child—having been adopted by the Malfoys as a baby—her fierce protectiveness made her feel every bit like your mother.

“Why not?! You do!” you shot back, frustration and defiance thick in your voice.

“I’m an adult and married to your father!” Narcissa retorted, her patience wearing thin.

“Well, I’m with a child!” you exclaimed, your voice breaking as the revelation slipped out, adding fuel to the fire.

“Oh no, you’re not,” Narcissa snapped, her tone sharp and unwavering.

In the nearby kitchen, Draco—your brother—along with his friends Theo and Mattheo, had clearly overheard the heated exchange. Draco, taking a casual sip of his coffee, muttered to Theo, “Who would even be with her?”

Theo’s eyes shifted to Mattheo, recalling that Mattheo had mysteriously disappeared the night before. “Who knows...” Theo replied, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Meanwhile, Narcissa’s gaze stayed fixed on you, her expression a mix of disbelief and maternal anger. “No... you’re not,” she insisted firmly.

Mattheo, realizing the gravity of the situation, froze. Draco’s expression shifted as the pieces began to fall into place, the full weight of what was happening dawning on him.

“Yes, I am,” you replied stubbornly, brushing past Narcissa and heading into the kitchen. Just then, Draco, noticing Mattheo’s stunned look, blurted out, “You?!” His eyes flicked between you and Mattheo, while Narcissa stood in shock.

Recovering quickly, Narcissa’s voice cut through the tension, “Both of you, explain yourselves.”