Chapter 2:

Lucius Malfoy is a complicated man.

It should be no surprise to anyone especially since his own family had a very complicated history to begin with. Born to a french pureblood for a mother and an english pureblood for a father, his family lineage was bound to be as complicated as it could be imagined.

Which is why it is no surprise to him when an owl from france came informing him of him finally being able to access the sizable inheritance his mother had supposedly left him upon the condition that his heir reaches the age of majority and becomes engaged. He heard his mother call it, an insurance of sorts, to make sure that Lucius will be encouraged enough to see to it that his lineage makes it through another generation as he was the last of both his mother and his father's generation.

Being a man who embodies complication, there was nothing that could surprise Lucius Malfoy.

Until the day he entered his mother's Gringotts Vault in France.

There at the end of the hall, stood a majestic tapestry filled with the lineage of his mother's family dating back to the time of Merlin. He had marveled at the beauty of it as he had never seen such a thing, of course, that would be an exaggeration, the Malfoys and the Blacks had their own version of the family tree, but this was the only family tree he had ever seen to date back as far as Merlin's time!

As he studied the branches and the people in the tree, he slowly came to his own small tree and there, at the bottom of his own son's name, was another thing that surprised Lucius Malfoy.


Draco was bored out of his wit. He truly could not understand why he needed to be here. It wasn't as if his opinion mattered. The women he was with only conversed over him, ignoring him and only asking him questions like 'isn't that right, Draco? This is better, right? Don't you agree with me?' Wasn't he just supposed to make sure he attended his own wedding? He didn't give a crap about the finer details of the wedding, all he cared about was getting the damn thing over with.

It was already a year and a half since he had proposed to Astoria and the wedding planning was not even halfway done. He frankly didn't care about this whole sordid affair. Astoria is a nice girl. She passed all his parents', -and his- qualifications for a wife. He'd always known that he'd be betrothed to a woman of his parents' choosing and he was just as thankful that they'd agreed on Astoria Greengrass.

He really shouldn't be complaining, under normal circumstances, Astoria's parents would have been ecstatic to be betrothed to him too, more so than his parents were about this betrothal, to be honest. But the circumstances were far from normal; the Malfoy name had fallen so far from the Pureblood society and it was a miracle that the Greengrasses were still willing to push through with the arrangement.

But it still couldn't stop him from thinking that he'd rather be anywhere else in the world than choosing which color looked better, cream or ecru?


3 years later:

"So how do you like our new home, sweetheart?" Hermione asked as she watched her daughter observe and look at their new home.

"I like it mummy." Jasmine, Hermione's four-year old daughter said as she turned to look back at her mother, "I miss mama and bubba."

Hermione smiled as she knelt down to level her daughter, "I know darling, but mummy needed to move here to New York for work. You'll love it here and of course, mama and bubba will be coming to visit us soon."

Nodding, "Okay. I want to see my room, mummy!" her daughter exclaimed moving around the townhouse she'd recently bought.

"Of course, let's head upstairs." Hermione said as she took her blonde haired, grey eyed daughter's hand and went up the stairs.


"Just one more push, Mrs. Malfoy." she heard the midwife say as she tried to ignore the pain she was feeling.

"There you go." The midwife said as she pushed and felt the body of her child leave her womb. "Do you want to know what it is?"

She couldn't help the tears that fell from her eyes. "It doesn't matter. It's not alive." she said as she allowed her sister to envelop her in a hug.

She didn't notice the midwife pass the body of her son to another midwife.

She didn't notice her wrap up her son in a white cloth that would have been his blanket.

She didn't notice the midwife take her son's body out of the room quietly.

All she could notice was that she was in pain and she was heartbroken.

All she wanted was a healthy, living child.

Why couldn't she have a child?


Draco tried to stop the tears that fell from his eyes as he was presented his son's dead body. They all knew the child wouldn't have survived. Astoria had gone into labor too early.

He was perfect. He would have been a proud addition to the Malfoy family, as was his older siblings, had they too lived.

He couldn't understand it, why was this happening? Was it genetic? His parents had difficulty conceiving, having a child too, but they'd manage to have him around the same time of his marriage.

He could hear Astoria crying inside, he knew he should be there to comfort her, but he too was broken. He didn't love her, she was a good pureblood wife, she held herself well with his mother, everyone thought they were the perfect pureblood couple, but no matter what, he could not give his heart to her.

"I'm sorry son." Lucius said as he placed a hand on his son's shoulder as if to try to soothe his pain.

Draco only nodded.


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AN: Hello everyone! First of all, sorry I didn't write an Author's note in the first chapter, I really had no idea that people would be in to it here, but I posted short story on my tumblr page (check it out? .com) before, and a few people suggested that i post this story on here as well! This is a completed work so I will be posting the rest of the chapters over the weeks to come. Maybe one chapter a week? This is gonna be pretty short, just 10 chapters, including the epilogue.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this short chapter, actually, all chapters are going to be short, but leave a review and let me know what you think? :)

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