Fleur, shocked: Mon Dieu, it's the ferret!
Narcissa: No, darling! That's our son!
Draco: What do you mean her son, what about dad?!
Narcissa: You know that he is serving life sentance. He is not going to get free again.
Draco: Yeah, but that doesn't make her my other mother!
Fleur: Is that anyway to talk to your mom?!
Draco: No... I'm sorry...
Fleur: It's fine, mon fils. What your mother is saying is that you are legally my son. You would have been thrown next to your papa and I just couldn't let that happen to either you or my love.
Fleur makes heart eyes at Narcissa
Draco: So... I'm not a Malfoy anymore?
Fleur: No, dear. You are a Delacour, just like my lovely Cissa will be, come summer.
Narcissa: So... are you okay with this?
Draco: To be honest its weird but if she has saved me from prison and if she makes you happy then that is more than enough for me.
Narcissa, with happy tears in her eyes: Oh, my dear...
Delacour family hugging each other
Fleur, cheekily: So, you ready to tell us why I smell 'arry on you?