He had wanted a junior. His name, his blood, his ideals, his everything. He just won't be any child. He would the best. Simply the best! He would allow nothing less than perfection. And since he was perfect, than his name too was perfect. She won't go for it. No matter how much he discussed, argued, and demanded. She insisted that he be blessed as Draco Lucius Malfoy instead. He hated it. A real man doesn't name his child Draco! That name doesn't inflict fear. He knew he'd have the push child hard to live past such a horrid name.