Hello everyone! This is my new story! I hope you like it! And don't worry, 'Back to the Future' is on the way so PLEASE don't give up on me! This story is based on a film I saw a while ago! See if you can guess it! Take care all! Bai! Xxx

Draco Malfoy was a successful manager of Gringotts Bank, of Diagon Alley. At 21, he had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witch craft and Wizardry, and not long after, married his childhood sweat heart, Pansy Parkinson. They lived in a large country house on the boarders of the wizarding community in the county, Devon. Pansy found great pleasure in running her own home, and Draco found even more pleasure returning from a days work to find his beloved wife perched on the sofa, lovingly awaiting his return.

Pansy and Draco were so much in love.

However, One cold evening in October, Draco returned from work, not to find his wife in her usual spot on the sofa, and, coincidentally, no where else in the house.

He called all her friends and his too. No one had seen her. He began to panic.

At last, when he was at his wits end, the front door opened and in walked his beautiful wife.

He sagged in relief. "Where have you been?" he asked. "You didn't tell me you were going out"

Pansy pulled her husband into a kiss and smiled. "That's because I didn't know I was going out. I had to make a trip to St Mungos"

Draco gulped. "Why? Is something the matter?" he asked, dreading the impending answer.

"Not as such" Pansy laughed. She sat down on the arm of the sofa and pulled her husband to her. "Draco dear. We're going to have a baby"

The grin that spread across Draco's face was one Pansy was well used to. It was the one he wore when he had asked her to marry him, and she had said yes. It was the one he wore on their wedding day. The one he wore everytime they made love.

"That's wonderful!" he yelled, picking her up and swinging her around.

"Careful dear. I'm already 4 months gone"

Draco instantly put her down and began to fuss over her. "4 months. But we never knew-"

"The doctor said it was not uncommon for women to be unaware of being pregnant. Even at the 4 month stage." She suddenly squealed. "Oh Draco isn't it wonderful. Do you think I'll make a good mum?"

Draco kissed her hard. "You will be, with out a doubt, the best mum in the entire world"

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5 months later.

"Draco dear? Do you like Amy or Rachel more?" Pansy asked.

Draco stopped writing his letter to his mother and turned to his heavily pregnant wife, who had her head buried in a baby names book. "Neither if you ask me. I thought you said you wanted something different, like, Rowena or Patience?"

Pansy sighed. "I did. But my mother convinced me other wise. She said they were silly names, and why didn't' I go for something more… common"

Draco stood and approached his wife, who was sprawled on the sofa; as it was the only way she could get comfortable. "Honey? You can call your child any thing you like. I think Patience is a wonderful name" He stroked her face lovingly and he caught a tear that rolled down her cheek. This had been happening a lot recently. Anything nice said by Draco, or any one else for that matter, she would start to cry. Draco thought it sweet. Pansy thought it was silly, and blamed her hormones.

Draco kissed her cheek, and began to stand, when Pansy suddenly grabbed his hand, and held it tight.

"What is it?" Draco asked, as he sat back down. Pansy looked sceptical for a matter of moments, before her smile returned.

"Nothing. Must be gas"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. Let's not forget, you are pregnant. It could be a contraction."

Pansy just giggled. "I'm sure its not. Besides I-"she stopped.

"What!" Draco very nearly yelled. The expression on his wife's face suddenly changed to one of pain. "Pans? Pansy I think we should get you to hospital"

Pansy started to nod her head frantically, too tired to argue. Draco helped her stand, then put his arms around her bulbous waist. "Hold on" he said, before he kissed her mouth, and they apparated away.

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At St Mungos, Pansy was whisked away to a private delivery room. Draco had to fill out some forms before he could join her.

After several painful hours of Pansy threatening Draco if he didn't get her a double whipped cream Sundae, the baby was finally on its way.

"Push dear Push" said the mid wife.

"I am bloody pushing!" Pansy yelled, as she squeezed Draco's hand and screamed for the whole ward to hear. "Mother didn't tell me it hurt this much!" she cried.

Draco was in turmoil. He wished he could take the pain away. He hated seeing the women he loved so much like this.

Finally.

"It's coming dear. I can see the head. I just need you to give me one big push!"

Pansy screamed for all she was worth. Suddenly, a cry could be heard. Another push, and there she was. She was so tiny and sticky and gooey… but she was perfect.

"You did it honey!" Draco yelled and kissed his wife's sweaty forehead. "You did it. She's perfect"

Draco watched as the nurses took his daughter to clean her up. "Look at her Pans. Pans?"

The nurses all around turned towards the couple. Draco was white as a sheet. He was staring at his wife. Her eyes were shut and she too had gone pale. Pansy heart monitor had gone dead.

"Come with me sir" Came a voice from some where. Hands were grabbing at Draco, trying to take him away.

"What's going on?" he asked. "What's wrong with her?"

Nurses were crowding around the bed. He could no longer see Pansy. He began to struggle against the hands holding him. "Let me go you fuckers. I have to help her"

"There is nothing you can do when you're like this. Some one help me" A nurse yelled. Draco was far too strong for her.

"Let me go!" Draco yelled again. He began to thrash around.

"Sir if you don't hold still-"

"I need to help my wife!"

"Sir please-"

"Let me help her"

The witch pulled out her wand and pointed it at Draco. "I'm sorry sir. You leave me no choice. Expelliarmus!"

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Draco woke up with throbbing in his head. He was lying in a hospital bed, in a very dark room.

"Hello?" he said. "Hello!"

"Ah dear. You're awake" came a sweet voice as a small, plump woman entered the room. "Are you hungry?"

Draco jumped down from the bed and grabbed the women's shoulders. "Where is my wife? And my daughter?"

The small women winced. "Sir, you need to stay calm"

"Just TELL ME!"

The door opened again and a tall man with dark hair approached Draco. "Mr Malfoy. Please sit down. I have some news for you"

The man was expressionless. Draco's stomach felt like it took a trip southward. "Oh no. Oh god no. Please tell me they are ok" he cried.

The man nodded and steered Draco to the bed. Once he was seated, the man spoke. "Your daughter is fine Mr Malfoy. She is perfectly healthy."

Draco nodded, feeling slightly relieved. "And Pansy. She's ok ofcourse?"

The tall man sighed. "No Mr Malfoy. Your wife suffered gravely during the birth. It is not yet known why but we believe it was a blood clot. I'm very sorry sir. Your wife died not long ago. There was nothing we could do"

Silence.

The small plump women sat next to Draco and pulled him into a hug. Draco let her do it. He felt numb.

The man offered his sympathies once again, then excused himself.

"Is there any one I can call dear?" the lady asked. "A family member perhaps?"

Draco shook his head. "No" he said, barely audible. "No one"

They sat for what felt like hours, before the lady said she needed to go and check on the baby. Draco didn't want to go. He could hardly move.

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"Draco. Draco are you here?" Came a voice.

Draco looked around. He was still in the dark room. "Yes?" he replied.

The door to the room suddenly opened and a familiar face appeared.

"Draco. I'm so sorry" said the person, in a low, hushed voice.

Draco could only stare at first, then everything hit him like a ton of bricks, and wave upon wave of tears flooded down his checks.

"Oh Severus. Why did she have to die? Why!"

Severus Snape closed the door and almost ran to the sobbing boy. He pulled him into a hug, and Draco cried even harder. Severus let him. He needed to let it out.

Like this, Draco reminded Severus of a young boy. The boy he knew at Hogwarts. Draco wasn't all cold and heartless. He was fragile… and afraid.

He held the boy until the sobs subsided.

Severus pulled away and gave Draco a tissue. "I've seen your daughter." He said. "She's beautiful. The spitting image of Pansy"

Draco sniffed. "You don't need to avoid the subject Sev" he mumbled.

Severus started. "Draco I'm-"

"Besides" Draco said. "I don't care if she looks like Pansy. She'll never be Pansy. I don't want her"

"Draco you don't mean that. You're just upset and scared. You'll learn to love her. She's all you have left of Pansy now"

Draco nodded. He hadn't meant what he said. He just couldn't imagine taking his daughter home. Placing her in the nursery that he and Pansy had painted together. Bought the furniture for, together.

"If you want, I can come and stay with you for a while until you get settled. Or I could call your mother. I'm sure she wouldn't mind"

Draco nodded, only half listening. "Perhaps."

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Narcissa Malfoy carried the young infant into the large, empty Malfoy house. Draco followed with a bag full of nappies and bottles.

"Now Draco, I am always on hand to help you know. If you need any thing, Just floo me and I'll be over" Said Narcissa, as she placed the small child in her crib.

"Thank you mother. But I really need to do this on my own. If I am going to bring her up on my own, I'll need the practice"

Narcissas nodded. She hated seeing her son like this. So distant and with drawn. Like there was nothing left in the world for him to live for. Like he was just an existence with out a purpose.

The funeral had been awful. Draco hadn't cried. He hadn't shown any emotion. It was only a very small gathering. Afterward, Draco had disappeared. Narcissa guessed he had gone to the hospital to visit the baby. But he hadn't. No one knew where he had gone.

St Mungo's had kept the baby until Draco felt well enough to bring her home. Narcissa tucked her up in a small blue blanket and smiled. She really did look like Pansy. She had her hair and her eyes.

Narcissa turned to her son, who was leaning, expressionless, against the door fame.

"You really should give her a name. You can't call her baby girl for the rest of her life"

Draco grinned. "She's my daughter. I'll call her what I want"

Though it wasn't very amusing, Narcissa had to be thankful that it sounded like Draco was getting back to normal. That was the first sarcastic thing he had said since before the birth.

Draco led his mother to the fire place.

"Now you will call me if you need anything wont you?" she asked. Draco nodded.

"Yes mother."

"And Severus said he'd call in from time to time"

"Yes mother. We'll be fine."

Narcissa kissed her sons head and left.

Draco stood in the living room for a moment or two. He felt lost. He hadn't been back home since before the birth. He knew it was silly to stay away, but he couldn't face it.

Eventually, he thought it was a good idea to check on the baby. It was true; he hadn't given her a name. Nor had the thought even crossed his mind.

Once in the nursery, he walked over to the crib. The tiny little girl was not asleep, like Draco thought she would be. Her big blue eyes were wide open, and she was staring, as if taking in the appearance of her dishevelled father, for the first time.

"I won't always be like this" Draco said, as he reached in to pick up the baby. He hugged her to him and kissed her tiny amount of hair. "I'll soon be back to bathing once a day, and brushing my hair too." He laughed. The small child made a 'coo' sound, and Draco smiled. He stared at her tiny features. He had been dreading the day he had to bring her home, but actually, it didn't feel half as bad as he thought it would.

She really did look like Pansy, but instead of being an issue for Draco, he was thankful for it. This tiny little person was all he had left of his beloved wife.

"You know. Your mother really liked the name Patience. Do you like that too?" Draco cooed to the small girl.

As if in answer, the tiny baby grinned. It could have been gas, but it was good enough. "Patience it is then" Draco laughed. "Patience Malfoy."

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