Hello :) Well this is my first kind of Harry fanfic. I've been reading them a long time though, different sites and all.

Anyway here this is I hope you enjoy!

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Rethinking It All

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Draco Malfoy was sitting silently on his bed. Exhausted, worn out, frustrated and oh-so-sick of everything. He slowly rubbed his eyes and prepared to get ready for a well deserved rest.

He had been without sleep for 48 hours and it was showing. He still found it hard to believe that the small bundle that was (finally) sleeping peacefully in the corner of the room could cause so much stress in his life. He now had so much more respect for his mother. He cringed at imagining the kind of hell she went through caring for him...walking him around the house for hours and hours trying to get him to sleep, constantly humming sweet lullabies to him so he would feel at peace.

He also now understood the pain all pregnant women went through, carrying a child for 9 months in your stomach was certainly not as easy as it looked. It was neither enjoyable or exciting and when your in your first months of pregnancy people can't tell your pregnant. They just think your letting yourself go which is completely unnerving to Draco Malfoy because he never let himself go.

Draco finished washing his face and stared at himself in the mirror. He frowned at his stomach. He had gained some extra pounds from his pregnancy. It was fine when he had the baby inside him because it just helped him look more natural but now? It was annoying. He poked at the fat. He would have to start doing daily crunches if he wanted to get rid of this flab soon.

Another thing that made the whole 'motherly experience' a lot more painful was when the father was not around. How Draco wished that if his significant other was here with him now, then he could relinquish the child to them for a little time while he caught up on missed sleep.

But unfortunately fate was against him once again.

Draco slipped under the covers of his bed and almost instantly fell asleep.

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The scent of French toast filled the Malfoy Manor.

Draco was still trying to figure out the art of cooking, it was a slow process for him but he was getting the hang of it. He was self satisfied when he realized that he has only burnt his breakfast half way this time. The eggs were scrambled almost to perfection, he still needed work on the sausage though. Draco also realized that during and after his pregnancy he had become accustomed to large amounts of food.

Maybe that's why he had a small gut...

With that thought he threw out the sausage.

It was really strange to eat dinner alone...well technically Draco wasn't alone. Next to him was his small baby's crib. Draco stared at him as he slowly ate his breakfast.

A baby boy. When the doctors a St.Mungo has informed Draco of that news he was over joyed. He didn't show it though, he was till a little woozy from the anesthesia. But he was pretty sure he had given them a weak smile.

He decided to name his son Sokka. It was a name of no real importance. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't a passed down name. Actually, Draco was pretty sure that it was a completely made up word. Nonetheless Draco chose the name.

He was shopping down in Diagon Alley. He was 5 months pregnant and starting to show a real tummy. He had a ski cap on and was wearing think sunglasses. He didn't want people knowing the only existing member of the Malfoy Family was expecting, much less shopping in a drag place like this. Anyway, he was walking through Diagon Alley searching for some new clothes (seeing that his old ones were starting to become tight) when he ran into a small child.

At first Draco wanted to scold the child and tell him to be more responsible, but he held back. He didn't have the energy to do so. He was about to walk off when he noticed that a few feet away a frantic looking woman was turning her head this way and that. She appeared to be looking for something...or someone.

Draco put two and two together and approached the woman.

"Excuse me miss...are you searching for a little boy?"

The woman stared at him for a moment and then nodded her head vigorously. Draco simply pointed at the small boy he had run into who was now standing in the middle of the street staring at his feet. The woman let out a sigh of relief and started to mumble something in a different language. Draco was about to walk away, but the woman wouldn't let him leave until she had given him a thank you gift.

She explained to Draco that she had no money to give but she could give him a nice healing herb. She promised it cured any injury within seconds. Draco was pretty convinced she was scamming him but accepted the gift anyway. He stared at the bottle. It was very plain. On the label though, it had the most interesting name...

Sokka

Sokka, the baby, was now staring up at Draco. Both of them didn't move. Finally Draco said,

"I hope you understand that you only allowed me to have 5 hours of sleep."

The baby gave him an empty look. Draco sighed. Of course he didn't understand. He was 3 days old. He couldn't even see in color yet.

Draco put his hand in Sokka's crib. Sokka stared at it for a moment the wrapped his fingers around Draco's pinky. This caused Draco to smile a bit. All in all his child was pretty adorable. No one could deny that. No one could affirm it either though. As far as the world knew Draco took a temporary leave from school for the recent death of his mom and dad.

That was partly true. But Sokka...Sokka was the real reason.

Draco sighed again. The thought of going back top school with a child didn't seem to pleasing.

Luckily he had 3 months leave. He had already used 1. 2 more to go.

"I wonder what people will do Sokka...once they figure out that the infamous Draco Malfoy...is a mom."

Draco was answered with a small squeeze on his pinky.

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Alright so lots of unanswered questions ;) Makes the story exciting no?

Well not exciting right now but come on. If you've read alot of fanfictions you know the first chapter is never the best. :P

Reviews? Those sure help.

F.Y.I Not all my facts about infants are completely accurate. But I'm trying to be a bit realistic here though so bear with me!