Severus hurried to find Narcissa. The meeting room wasn't too far away. As he drew nearer, the celebratory voices grew louder, until it was deafening. He made his way through the crowds of cheering Death Eaters, until he found Draco's mother. As soon as she saw him, her hand flew to her mouth.

"Where is he?" she asked frantically. He didn't even have to ask who 'he' was.

"He's in his room," Severus replied, equally frantically. He took Narcissa's hand and led her away from the crowds and out the door; he did not notice the eyes that followed him.

They practically ran to Draco's room, and barged in. Severus hurriedly removed the wards he had erected.

"Draco!" Narcissa was in hysterics, and she flew to her son and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Oh, Draco! I'm so sorry!" She began sobbing freely into her son's chest.

"I'm so sorry!" Narcissa said again, clinging to Draco. "It's my fault! I should have told your father not to let you become a Death Eater! I should have- oh, I'm so sorry!" 

Severus was now worried for both Draco and Narcissa's health. Coming to them slowly, he patted Narcissa on the back like he had done Draco. "Shh, Narcissa. There is no way you could have stopped Draco from becoming a Death Eater. Lucius is rather...controlling." Controlling was an understatement. Lucius had to control every single detail of his family's lives, from who they associated with down to what they wore each day. He often got abusive if things did not go his way. The only place Draco was free from his tyranny was Hogwarts.

Severus took Draco's hint, and began lightly pulling Narcissa off her son. 

"Come, Cissy," he said softly. "You must rest." Narcissa only clung harder to her son.

"Draco needs me!"

"Cissy, I'm sure he does, but right now, he needs to be alone. He needs to think over what has transpired. You would not begrudge him time for remorse, would you?"

Narcissa looked horrified. "Of course not! I'm sorry, Draco! I'll be back in the morning, but you have your rest!" And then she hurried out the door without Severus even needing to escort her out.

Severus sighed. "Will you be alright tonight Draco? Would you like a Dreamless Sleep Draught? Your first Death Eater activities can often be traumatising." He remembered this particularly well from his own experience.

Severus gave a curt nod. "I'll be back in  five minutes."

He moved quickly through the halls, dodging more partying Death Eaters and drunken men, until he came to his room. He immediately went for the cupboard in the corner.

Opening it, a wide array of potions were revealed. There was everything from simple Healing potions to poisons to Imitation of Death. He took a small purple vial, and stuffed it in his pocket, before leaving again.

Arriving in Draco's room, he handed the vial over silently. 

"Good night, Draco," Severus said softly, but he didn't think the boy had heard him as his eyes were already closed. 

The boy looked so peaceful in his sleep. His face was beautiful, anyone could tell that. Like an angel, yet surrounded by such darkness.

Severus felt a stirring in his heart. Maybe sympathy? He didn't recognise it, but he knew that he felt paternal concern for Draco. He didn't have a proper father, and he knew that sometimes, he found himself filling in the father role for Lucius. 

He hated Lucius in that moment. He had a son, a wonderful son, and he took it for granted.

Sighing, he left the room in a billow of robes. 

Narcissa knocked on Draco's door, looking tired and more older then she had ever looked. She had not, as she had told them, retired to her room that night, but had instead posted herself outside of Draco's room, Disillusioned, to make sure that she could barge in as soon as she heard a hint of unrest. However, there was no noise from his room, which was strange.

She knocked again, louder, when there was no response. "Draco?" she said softly. "Draco? How are you, darling?"