The bottle of Firewhiskey fell from his hand as he lolled over the side of the car door, barely able to keep his eyes open. He had been driving the car while beyond inebriated and he knew that the side was scratched badly, but nothing that wouldn't be able to be magically repaired. He was struggling to sit up in the driver's seat never mind being able to drive the car. He had thought about trying to drive back but there seemed little if any point.

Draco had been given the Jaguar by his uncle Rodolphus but was rarely allowed to take it out of the garage at Malfoy manor, it had upset his father too much, but not that it mattered anymore. He was doing all that he could not to cry. To have survived everything that he had survived, only to die of something so mundane was beneath a Malfoy.

Draco pulled his knees up tight to his chest, wanting to block out the pain that he was feeling, he felt a stab of emptiness in his heart, where the knowledge that his father would be home would have been. He wanted to be there for his mother but he couldn't find the courage to stay in the house and be there with her, knowing that his father had left big shoes for him to fill, that he was now the Lord Malfoy, and it was up to him to look after his family and his home.

He tried to open the car door to retrieve the mostly drained bottle but when he opened the door he lost his balance and fell from the car. Lying on the floor he could feel that his hair was in the Firewhiskey that had fallen out of the bottle onto the dirt of the grass land he had pulled up onto.

It was the sound of the gentle footsteps that bought him to his senses; he had no idea of how long he had been lying on the floor but he did know that his feet were still trapped in there, making it next to impossible for him to get up from the floor. He thought that he was laughing but there wasn't any way to be sure of that fact. Stood over him was a figure, he wasn't sure who that was either, all he knew was that they were stood over him, blocking his view of the moon. He was sure that he had been staring at the moon.

He wanted to defend himself when he saw that a wand was being raised to his face but like everything else that he was attempting to do it was impossible. The sobering charm struck him like a bolt of lightning. He tried to roll over, the facts of the night flooding back to him, but his feet were still caught up in the straps of the car seat belt.

Narcissa had no trouble in lifting him back into the car. She had managed to stop herself crying long enough to realise how long that he had been gone from the house. She knew that Lucius was going to die, it was inevitable and the only thing she had to hold onto was her son and she was going to be damned if she lost the two most important men in her life in one day. She moved him over to the passenger seat of the car, in true Malfoy style Draco had been driving with the roof down. In any other circumstances she would have thought that it was funny but tonight was not the time. She started to drive the car home, she had been taught by Bellatrix to drive after she had married Rodolphus, given his obsession with classic cars Bellatrix had to be a good driver.

She had gone six miles before Draco was capable of a decent conversation.

'It's all up to me now isn't it?' Draco rested his feet up on the dash of the car, his black blazer over his white shirt was open as he rifled in his pockets to find a cigarette.

Unable to hear him properly she pressed the button to have the roof of the car come back up so that she could talk to him properly and not need to shout over the rush of wind that was filling the car. She took off the sunglasses she had been wearing; Draco could see that her eyes were bloodshot from tears.

He inhaled, waiting for her to say something.

'You are the man of the house, that is true. But I will be on hand to help you as much as I can. I will not leave you on your own to deal with such things as the business.' Narcissa was doing her best to say the things that she thought that he would want to be hearing, but she didn't know what they were.

He let the cigarette fall out of the window and moved closer to his mother, stroking a hand down her cheek. It was nice that she wasn't wearing makeup for once; her skin was so fine that she didn't need it. She wasn't wearing her robes and instead was wearing loose tailored trousers and a white shirt. She was obviously still in shock; Narcissa Malfoy would never dress like this.

Draco let his hand fall from her cheek to her breast and cupped the soft flesh gently, she didn't lose her attention on the road, not even when he undid his seat belt and leant closer to her, kissing her cheek. His hand still rested on the breast that was closest to him. He moved his hand lower undoing the buttons on the shirt, jumping for joy inside when he realised that she was not wearing a bra and that he was able to caress her nipple till it was stood firmly erect. He leaned closer so that he could whisper in her ear.

'I know that he hasn't touched you for years. You know that I knew that right?'

Narcissa swerved, nearly running the car off the road. Draco was thrown off her as she forced her foot down on the accelerator. He didn't know what to do, and he could see the sternness on her face that told him he had crossed the line.

'Why do you think that I killed him Draco?' She straightened the car up on the road again.

Draco was too afraid to touch her again, there was a single tear rolling down her cheek that let him know that she was serious.

There were things that Draco just couldn't understand, not yet anyway.