Hagrid sat in awkward silence on a chair in Dumbledore's office.
"So why are you here?" Dumbledore asked, adjusting his glasses slightly.
"Er... Well..." Hargid mumbled, trying to put his thoughts into words. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, waiting for Hagrid to continue.
"I.. I'm.. I'm..." Hargrid continued to stall. Dumbledore reached for his cup of tea, "Get on with it will you."
"I-I'm pregnant" Hagrid blurted out, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. Dumbledore's eyes widened and the tea fell from his hands, "Do you mean to say that... we didn't cast the spell properly... "
Hagrid nodded grimly. "What are we going to do with a baby?" Hagrid asked, not particularly wanting to settle down with anything other than a dragon.
Dumbledore frowned with concentration, "I think I have an idea..."
"And that Draco, is how you came to be about." Lucius Malfoy concluded. Draco stared at his father, his face twisted into a look of horror. "You... You mean I was adopted?" He asked, still unwilling to believe it. Lucius nodded, "Dumbledore and Hagrid couldn't just keep the you, they're very busy men you know, so your mother and I took you in."
Draco forced his jaw to close. "Th-then why is my hair just as blond as the other Malfoys?" He asked.
"Bleach, while you sleep." Narcissa answered from the doorway.
Draco's jaw hit the ground again. "But.. but... but..."
The end.