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"Gabrielle, you think I don't know my own son?" Narcissa pursed her lips and looked at the other woman out of the corner of her eye. They sat with Malika and Desdemona in the VIP room of Eon, the most exclusive club/restaurant in Wizarding London.

"Really 'Cissa, he's just turned sixteen, I haven't known a thing about Pansy for years already. I doubt you are still very in tune with a teenage boy," Gabrielle Parkinson shrugged slowly and sipped a glass of Cabernet from 1933.

"I'll have you know that I know my son as well as you know your wardrobe. Draco has always been very close to me, he and I talk daily, even when he's away at school," Narcissa answered her sharply, taking a sip of her own wine.

"Don't be aggravated 'Cissa, Gaby means well with all this. She only intends to point out that Draco has grown up and perhaps it is time you realize you probably don't know him as well as you used to," Desdemona stopped the light tension. Her smooth Italian voice slid to them over the light music.

"What makes you think that?"

"Who is his closest friend?" Gabrielle asked.

"Blaise is," Narcissa answered, the two were raised together, attached at the hip.

"What of his favorite color?-book?-potion?-subject?-food?" Malika was of course trying to prove a point.

"Silver, A Recorded History of Dark Magik in England by Errol Eddling, the Deep Sleep potion, potions class, and he enjoys a good lamb chop with garlic mashed potatoes and a glass of Helbrough's 1877 white wine." Narcissa knew her son incredibly well. "Any of you can answer such things about your own children."

"Yes, I suppose but those are facts that can be listed off. His opinions are more complex, that's where we stray from intimate knowledge about them," Desdemona pointed out.

"I know my son, I'm not losing touch with him and I can prove it to you," Narcissa said, setting down her wine glass.

"All right, how?" Gabrielle lent forward slightly.

"I know," Malika Jensen spoke. "If you can find someone and form them into someone your son would fancy, if you can make him a soulmate, you know him. If not, then admit you don't know him so well as you thought."

"Who do you have in mind?" Narcissa knew it was a risk, the gut chemistry that was involved in "soulmates" most likely wouldn't occur when they chose this person. But she knew the risks and knew what she had to prove to them.

"Let's go into the Alley and find someone, Diagon Alley," Malika stood them up and led them out, Narcissa just behind her.

They strolled into the sparkly evening light surrounding Eon. They went down the row of expensive shops and took a turn down a wide side street to get back to Diagon. Malika smirked at a passer-by who stopped to admire the four women. Desdemona took up a position at Narcissa's right.

"Darling, is this really a good idea?" she asked in a calm whisper.

"Yes," Narcissa lied.

Malika and Gabrielle scanned the crowd trolling through Diagon. Narcissa saw Draco sitting with Pansy, Blaise and Theo in the front window of Alexander's, a small sandwich shop that the group frequented.

"Him," Malika pointed blindly at a tall boy's back. From where she was Narcissa could see wild black hair and a slightly tarnished robe.

"Fine," Narcissa stalked away from her friends towards the boy.

She moved to approach him from the front, but when she got around her eyes nearly fell from her head. Harry Potter.

Damn.

She put on a mask and walked to him, he was seated in front of the ice-cream parlor with the muggleborn girl and the youngest male Weasley.

"Mister Potter," she put her hands on her slim waist and looked down her nose at him.

He looked up and was startled by her presence, "Misses Malfoy?"

"You're coming with me," she stated. Immediately there was a different feel to the group, more protective, tenser. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kidnap you, hurt you or anything of the sort. I simply have a proposition for you."

Harry stood and carefully followed her to a different table. She seated herself gracefully, smoothing her expensive gown as she sat.

"What is it ma'am?"

"The women I that I associate with, Misses Zabini, Parkinson and Nott, have told me that I don't know my son. I accepted a challenge to create him a soulmate, they chose you as the person I was to reshape," Harry made to stop her but she silenced him, "if you agree to this, I can get you anything you want."

Harry thought this was completely absurd. A) he didn't like guys, B) no way would he go for Malfoy and vice versa and C) the only thing he would want was Sirius to be alive again and no way Narcissa Malfoy could do that.

"I don't think so Misses Malfoy, it was-"

"You don't understand Mister Potter, I understand that you may not know you're attracted to other boys, but let me assure you, you are."

Harry gaped at her, who was this woman to say such a thing to him?

"How can you tell?" he asked, guardedly.

"For starters, how many girls have you dated?"

Harry said nothing.

"How many have you kissed then?"

"One."

"And how many have you fancied?"

"One."

"So you see, you're an utter failure with girls, stick to your own locker room," she said with a slight flourish. "Now, do you accept?"

This took care of his A argument, but B and C still remained.

"No."

"What is it then?"

"Why would I go for your son if I were attracted to guys?"

"Have you seen him? Honestly Harry, my son may be an arse to you and your friends but think for a second about his appearance."

Harry considered this. It was true. Malfoy had a following comparable to Harry's own. He'd even seen a spare "Malfoy FanClub" catalog lying around the common room that year. The blonde was gorgeous, Harry'd seen him in Quidditch gear, no need to pretend he hadn't ever looked.

Damn. A and B gone. All that remained was C.

"What could you possibly give me that would make me want to do this?"

Narcissa, as though she'd read his mind, spoke, "I understand you were close to my cousin Sirius and took it rather hard when he was, how you say "shoved" through the veil a year ago. If I provide you with a way to bring him back, will you accept?"

Harry didn't like this at all. He was fairly sure he didn't like guys. He was sure he hated Malfoy's pretty little guts. He was very sure he wanted Sirius back though.

Was it all worth it?

"How long will it go on? I mean until your friends are satisfied?"

"This whole next year, he will be your only romantic companion. Thereafter, you are adults and it no longer concerns us mothers."

"So just a year?"

"Yes," Narcissa said, remaining patient. She knew it was sealed with the look in his eyes when she offered him his godfather back. She wasn't a fool, anything was possible with the right connections. "Do you accept?"

Harry hesitated another moment. "Yes, but on the condition that you swear on your family honor to help me bring Sirius back."

Narcissa smirked at the shrew boy, "I swear on the honor of the Malfoy and Black families that, when Harry and Draco have been together a year, I will assist him in bringing Sirius Black back from beyond the veil."

She had to add the year long clause to the oath.

Harry nodded and they shook on it. "We start tonight," she said. Harry was taken by surprise. "You're coming to stay with me in Dublin, I'm going to spend the rest of this month preparing you. Next month will be spent convincing Draco, from there, I will help you maintain a strong relationship with my son."

She stood, making him follow. "Where are your things being held or kept or…whatever?"

"At the Burrow, I was going to spend the holidays with my friends but-"

"None of that, we'll pick them up tomorrow."

They approached the table where Hermione and Ron were waiting nervously for his return. Narcissa came up and looked at Ron.

"Where is it you live?"

"Eh, the eh, Burrow, ma'am," Ron stuttered.

She nodded, "we'll be by tomorrow, promptly at half past nine to get Mister Potter's things. Have them ready, please," she wasn't asking at all.

"Wait, what's going on?" Hermione reached for Harry's arm.

"I-" Harry was obligated to follow the blonde woman who was leaving, "I'll write and explain everything, I swear but I have to go now," he told them and they watched him follow her into the crowds.

"Where are we going again?" Harry asked.

"My house in Dublin, it's a perfect place for you to be trained. Draco's got a whole wing to live in so that's where you can learn about him," she said.

"Oh."

Narcissa pointed to a spot by a lamp-post a little ways off, "wait there, I have to bid my son adieu, then we'll go."

She entered the shop and went to her only child.

"Darling, I'm going to Dublin for the rest of the month, no need to come visit, have fun in Spain, see you when you return," Narcissa kissed his cheek.

Draco was used to his mother's random comings and going so disregarded her staying in Dublin for a month. It didn't matter, he and his three best friends were being allowed to stay, unsupervised, in Spain for a month. They left the next day.

"Of course mum, see you when I return," he kissed her back and she left.

"Your mum, quite the loon," Blaise said with the end of a toothpick sticking from between his lips.

"Douche," Draco flicked the boy between the eyes.

Narcissa was leading Harry towards the Leaky Cauldron to floo them out to Ireland.

What did I get myself into? Harry asked as he watched her disappear into the green flames.