If Love Is Sweet, What Is This, Draco Malfoy?

Normal POV

*Living Room*

Narcissa sunk down onto the sofa after leaving her son’s bedroom, looking just as he had a moment ago. The only thing that kept her from stabbing her heart with a knife was Lucas. She went through numerous tortures as she remembered the look on her son’s face. She couldn’t bare to see that. Lucas looked at Narcissa sorrowfully.
“He needs to see someone” she choked
“Narcissa I really don’t think a girlfriend would-” Lucas started, but Narcissa cut in
“Not a girlfriend. A therapist. A curer. A social worker. Someone that can help him. A counsellor. Lucas our son needs to get help. You should have seen the look in his eyes. It’s nothing like he’s ever looked like before. He’s really hurting. I think perhaps for now if Maia talked to him, she could comfort him, but first thing tomorrow we need to take him to a curer.” Narcissa said, starting to shake. Lucas sighed and sat down next to her, hugging her into him
“Narcissa, no son of mine needs ‘help’” Lucas said sternly, and Narcissa pulled away
“If you won’t do this for our son, do this for me, Lucas. He needs help. You know that as much as I do. I just want my baby boy to be ok again. Cant you understand that?” she asked desperately, and Lucas looked down at the floor
“What if… he’s beyond help Narcissa? I saw how he was as well. That’s not something easy to recover from” Lucas said mildly
“If nothing else, I want to know what turned him into that. He’s having a breakdown Lucas! A big one! Our son has always, always been strong. You know that. It would take a building and a half to knock him over. Something big must have happened. Please Lucas” Narcissa pleaded. Eventually, Lucas replied
“I will agree Narcissa, but if our son is out of the reach of help… I don’t want you to be upset about it. Just know that I will do anything in my power to give him back his old self, but some things can’t be done. Even with magic”