Draco punched the wall, hard. Blood began to trickle down his hand and onto the scrap of parchment on his desk. He swore. And then again. He could vaguely remember that night, just over 9 months ago. Curse Zabini for getting him get so drunk. I had been fun at the time, but now he wished it was just a bad dream. He looked at the now blood spattered piece of parchment.
Dear Draco Malfoy,
I don't know if you remember me, but my name is Gracë Babineaux. We met at a party at "The Black Unicorn". You may remember me and what occurred there. 4 days ago I gave birth to two twin girls, your daughters. I do not expect anything from you, but I thought you would want to know of their existence. I have named them Leila Antoinette and Isabella Rose. I hope these names are agreeable to you.
If you wish to visit, we are living at the address below.
16 La Belle Cour
Marias
Paris
France
Yours Faithfully,
Gracë
His parents would be furious if they found out, if they hadn't already, he knew his appartment was being watched by his parents and the ministry. He could hardly remember this Gracë, only that she was very beautiful and spoke with a French accent. He had 3 options, wait 2 options. Marry her or kill them. He hoped for their sake that they were pure-blood, because if not he would be forced to take the former option, or wait for his parents to intervine. He sighed and made up his mind. He disapparated.