Hello! This is the sequel to One Shot A Day; these are the one shots for February

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Draco Malfoy was never good at showing love, but for his son... he can make an exception. Mentions of child abuse

When we show our love, the world opens it's arms to us. -unknown

"Draco, would you mind stop pacing? You're making me dizzy."

"Well, Blaise, in case you don't know, I am going to be a father in a few hours, maybe less! I have a reason to freak out!"

"Well, yes, but pacing like a mad man is not going to help the situation!"

Draco Malfoy stopped pacing and sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, which was streaked with worry lines.

"Look, I'm just... what if I... you know-"

"Turn out like Lucius?"

"Yeah."

"You won't. I know you won't."

"Come on, Blaise, you know as well as I do that a third of abused children turn into abusers themselves. What if-"

"Draco, I am confident that you will be in the two thirds that don't."

"How can you be so sure?!"

"Because you promised me in our third year, and I quote, "I will never turn out to be a scum bag like him; I'd rather die than hit a child.""

"But that was-"

"Years ago. But the fact that you're freaking out now is showing me that you don't want to hit your child. That you're scared of doing it. That shows me that somewhere in that chest of your's, you have a heart. I saw it when you met Astoria. And I'm seeing it now. That family of your's can count on you if they can get you to wear your heart on your sleeve."

Draco sighed and collapsed into his chair, hiding his face in his hands.

"I'm in over my head, aren't I?"

"Little bit."

Draco sighed before he changed topics. "Do you think he'll look like me?"

"Oh, without a doubt. The Malfoy curse right there."

"Damn it. I was hoping no one else would have to bear that bastard's face- or mine for that matter."

"Hey, at least he won't have the same problems as you did. No war. No huge pressure. No dictator. No Lucius."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Blaise, aren't I supposed to be the one having a pity party for myself, not you?"

Blaise laughed. "True, true. But seriously, Drake, you have nothing to worry about. At least you only have one kid; Pansy's having her fourth, and Potter's second is on the way."

Draco chuckled. "Maybe I should feel lucky. I'll only have one little monster running around."

(Little did Draco know how much trouble that one little monster would be. Cough-Cursed Child- cough!)

Blaise laughed. "Thank you."

"DRACONIOUS! FUCKING! MALFOY! YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR BREAKDOWN LATER. RIGHT NOW, GET THE BLOODY HELL... IN... HERE...AHHH!"

Draco went pale, and leaving a snickering Blaise behind him, ran into the hospital room.

Blood coated the sheets, and he sprinted to the bedside to hold Astoria's trembling hand.

"I can already tell, Drake. They've got your stubbornness."

He groaned. "Good grief."

Astoria laughed before stopping abruptly to shout, "AH, SHIT!"

Draco turned to one of the male doctors. "Aren't you glad you're not a girl?"

He chuckled and said, "Thank, heavens. Now, honey, we're almost done."

"Well, would you mind hurrying it up?"

"Astoria, sweetie, calm down."

"Calm down? YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!? I don't see you forcing something out of your body, so shut up, Drake!"

"Remind me to ask my mother if I was this painful," he muttered.

"I bet you were!" Astoria shouted before falling back onto the sweat stained pillows.

"Damn. Damn it! Draco, we are only having one child! I am not doing this again."

"Neither am I," Draco muttered.

"What was that, Draconious?"

"Nothing, dear," he squeaked (a very manly squeak, I assure you).

"AHH!"

"Alright, alright. What do you want to name them?" Draco asked.

"What? You're asking me this now?!"

"Just answer the question, Torie."

"Alright... for a girl, Ellana Daphne. Ella for short. For a boy... Scorpius. What should the middle name be?"

"I don't care as long as it's not my name."

"How bout Hyperion?"

Draco smiled. "Because he brings light to our lives. I love it."

"That was so cheesy, Draco."

"So?"

"Draco, I swear- AHHH!"

Crying filled the room.

Astoria laughed with relief. "Our child."

The doctor rushed to wrap the baby in a blanket before coming over and depositing the baby on Astoria's chest.

"It's a boy," the doctor said.

Draco smiled. "Scorpius. Scorp, for short."

"I love it," Astoria whispered.

Later

"Welcome home, Scorp," Draco murmured as he walked into the nursery with his son in his arms. He was alone; Astoria was resting after a very difficult twenty four hours.

The baby gurgled in response.

Draco looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one was listening. "Scorp, I don't want you to tell anyone about this because they may think I've gone soft, but... Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, I promise to always love and protect you, no matter what the cost. I love you, son."

The baby giggled.

"But I swear, if you get into more trouble than Potter did... you're grounded for life."

Fouteen years later

"Damn it, why haven't they found them yet?"

"Draco, you need to calm down. Panicking is not going to help."

"Blaise... you don't have kids. You don't understand. If Scorpius dies... the little heart that I've gained over the years vanishes. Astoria's dead, and my parents... let's just say we're not on the best of terms. Scorpius is the only family I have left."

"Draco, we're doing all we can."

"Well, try harder." Draco choked back a sob. "I need him to come home. I love him. He's my son."

What do you think? I know Draco is OOC, but love can make you act differently, so...