July 2010

They ran giggling into his room, shedding clothing as they went.

Draco Malfoy woke up with a groan. Hand pressed to his head he moaned for Topsy, his House-Elf.

"Aspirin," he moaned. "My kingdom for three Aspirin."

"Here's sir's Aspirin," Topsy said, handing him a glass of water and the needed medication before silently retreating.

"Uhhhnnn," Draco mumbled, climbing out of bed and putting his dressing gown. He swallowed the pills and placed the glass on his nightstand before leaving his room and walking down the hall, lamenting leaving his warm, custom-made slippers in his room. He knocked on the door at the end of the hall before entering. "Ralph?"

Ralph Malfoy sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Good morning Dad," he said, smiling.

Draco grinned back at him. "How was your first night here?" he asked, leaning against the bed post.

"Good. A House-Elf came in and gave me some breakfast earlier, too," Ralph said.

"Ah. That would be Mopsy, your new Elf," Draco said. "Now you treat Mopsy with respect and good judgment, son. I believe that one should always be fair to one's servants. If I find that you've been doing anything unfair towards Mopsy, then I'll take her away for a month or two and then you'll learn the value of having a House-Elf."

"Yes, Dad," Ralph said. "You look rather tired. Is something wrong?"

Her bra hung on the handle of his dresser and the rest of her clothing was draped in other places around the room. He smiled down at her, through his drunkenness and touched her curly brown hair.

"I suddenly don't feel so well," Draco murmured.

"I knew you shouldn't have had all that champagne," Ralph scolded.

"It's not that, son." He shook his head, trying to clear it. "It's… something else."

"Then what is it?"

"Something you shouldn't be worried about," Draco said, pasting a comforting smile on his face. "Trust me."

"Oh. Okay."

"See you later." Draco left, trying to recall the previous night with difficulty. The most he remembered was a frightfully familiar brown-haired woman with him, in bed. Naked. His feelings about the situation were screaming "TRAP!" but he shook it off. Which was something he would regret.

Nine months later, a rather pregnant and smug Hermione Granger appeared on his doorstep, holding out results of DNA tests that had been performed without his knowledge.

"Draco," she told him, smug smile seemingly stitched onto her face, "I'm having your baby."