Another story. It was just sitting there, begging to be published. Hope you enjoy :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Draco Malfoy (wish I did), The other characters of Harry Potter World, The world of Harry Potter or anything the J.K. Rowling was made.

It was raining.

Well it always seems to rain in England. But most people don't realize that we do in fact get lovely weather. Lovely weather as in sunshine, rainbows and snow. I love that fact very much. We in fact don't get that very often, so when it is nice outside I am very happy.

Anyways that wasn't the point. It was raining the day that I got my lovely package. And I do mean lovely. It was wrapped in a blanket and was left on my doorstep. It kind of sounds like how that pothead boy started his life, and I guess that it was, but it was different.

The child left on my doorstep was actually mine.

I know some unknown (and it surely was unknown) women left a beautiful baby on my doorstep. It was totally by accident too. If I hadn't decided to go out for a meeting that day I would have never found that bundle on the step.

My wife wasn't too happy about it either, but I point blankly told her that the baby was staying. She, of course, asked how do I know that it was mine. I said I didn't. But I guess that I will go to a muggle hospital and get that thing done. D.N something or other.

She wasn't happy about it. Cause the following day I took the baby out (the person was very nice to leave a change of clothes and some nappies for me) to the muggle hospital and get the test done.

They asked about the mother and I said that I didn't know who the mother was. It was left on my doorstep. They looked at me warily. Like I was lying. Not that I really cared because I wasn't going to be coming back to this place again.

I ended up having to get a needle (they hurt by the way) and the baby ended up screaming his head off (found out his sex during a very disgusting nappy change). I couldn't blame him. It did hurt a lot! But anyways they said that it would take 3 weeks for the test to come back. I said that I wanted to find out now. They said three weeks.

I handed them some money. I found out the results in 3 hours (how money buys people over so easily).

I was a father.

I then decided to name the boy Scorpius William Malfoy (William because I was reading about the muggle prince and the thing he was doing with the muggle army).

The wife was not happy when I came home that day to tell her about it. She then decides to tell me that it was either her or the baby. I choose the boy.

She hit me. Hard. Asked for a divorce and I said that it was nice.

She was gone within a week and was married to some other bloke as soon as our divorce was settled. She is now, I think, expecting her first child him. Ironic that she didn't want the one so easily given to her.

He is a horrible child (gets it from the unknown mother, not me) and I love him for that. Keeps me on my toes all the time.

Which makes me realize that he has been quiet for sometime.