Draco felt similar, as even his mother was different away from his father. He reminded himself that he needed to write her, as he did need to let her know if he wanted her to visit.
"Hey, Malfoy.. no brooding now. It's breakfast... have to not be that way sometimes."
Hermione smiled, making a joke, but she caught the look on his face and touched his hand with it over Ari's. He knew she could tell he thought about his mother, and Narcissa was getting better. Without that demon of a sister and that grunk of a husband, Draco actually had a mother.