HEY GUYS! I need to know what I need to work on and any suggestions about how this story should continue are greatly appreciated and welcome! Of course everything belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling except for the plot which is my own. I sincerely hope it's not too cliché though... anyways, review and let me know! ENJOY! XD i own nothing of course, except perhaps the plot and some OC characters later!


A tall man with waist length platinum blonde hair paced around the luxurious sitting room outside the ivory wrought doors lined with gold. A piercing scream could be heard within and almost immediately, the man rushed to the door to get to his beloved wife.

"Calm down Lucius, Cissa will be fine, I can assure you." An equally handsome Italian man with an olive complexion, raven hair and sparkling violet eyes replied.

"I can't bear it Antonio, Cissa's inside for 4 hours now and I can't do anything to help her or even to comfort her." Lucius sank into the white cream coloured couch and buried his head into his hands.

"Trust me my dear friend, I know how it feels, when my dear Bella was having the twins, I thought I was going to explode from the inside. Just stay calm and all would be well, besides -

Antonio had barely finished his sentence when an ear-splitting scream pierced the manor and a small wail was heard. Barely moments had passed and Narcissa started screaming again. The doors opened and the healer came out shouting at his assistants at hand

"Quick! Mistress Malfoy is having twins!"

Time seemed to freeze for a millisecond before the healer was hoisted into the air by the front of his surgical scrubs by a very angry Lucius Malfoy

"Why did you NOT tell me she was having twins?"

"I-I-I.. didn't realise. When we did the tests, the results confirmed that Mistress Malfoy was only having a baby boy." The extremely nervous healer stammered staring into Lucius's eyes as they glazed over.

"Should anything happen to my wife or any of my children, you'll see me with your head on a platter!" Lucius roared into the healer's face before dropping him on to the marble floors like a bag of cement.

Watching as the healer scrambled up and hurried to the doors, a house elf apparated into the room with an audible pop carrying two bundles, one pink and one blue. Antonio and Bella rushed to the elf and picked up their children who were of similar colouring to their parents. Lucius's angered tamed a little as he went forward and looked down at the pink bundle. Though he loved Blaise very much, he had a very soft spot for Hermione who was currently staring up at his slate grey eyes with her brilliant violet ones. Being the doting godfather, he spent every spare moment either buying new gifts for his infant godchildren or visiting them thinking of the day his unborn son comes into the world. Funnily enough, now that the day has come, along with another child, Lucius could do nothing but panic. He loved his wife dearly and had already established a loving relationship with his son while he was still in Narcissa's womb. HE knew he wouldn't survive it if any of them, along with his other child, were harmed.

And so the three adults sat in the room waiting anxiously for the arrival of the second baby. They had already seen Lucius's son and had named him Draconis Lucius Malfoy. He was the spitting image of his father with the same platinum blonde hair and slate grey eyes. Though if you look closely, you could see his mother in his features; the high cheeks, the blue flecks in his eyes and the overall aristocratic chin. Bella placed her children on either side of Draco on his enormous crib enough to fit 5 babies. Baby Hermione and Draco immediately began to coo and play with each other, well mostly Hermione; Draco mostly just stared at her. Blaise on the other hand was more withdrawn, but eventually joined in with his sister and her newfound friend. The three proud parents looked at their children bonding, enormous smiles plastered on their faces.

Twenty minutes later, after another piercing scream, Lucienne Luna Malfoy was born with a head full of the trademark Malfoy blonde hair. Everyone was gathered around Narcissa's gigantic bed as they watched her hold her two children. The smile that graced her beautiful face was enough to warm even the cruellest man's heart. And that man happened to be Voldemort, a rogue rampant that was hungry for power and control. Neither the Malfoys nor the Zabinis were deatheaters and they wanted to keep it that way, nothing good ever comes out of serving that half-blooded bastard.


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