Author's note: I am so sorry this took so long to upload. My life has been extremely stressful and shitty the past two weeks and I just haven't had the time to sit down and finish writing and editing. I really hope everyone likes this chapter! Anyways, let me know what you think.

-Catnip851

Draco is woken the next day by sun streaming into the window next to his bed. He groans, his body sore from the night before. He listens, trying to figure out if anyone is awake, but the house is utterly quiet except for a pair of footsteps and the sounds of pans being set down. Maybe someone is making breakfast? Draco's stomach rumbles in response to his thought, and he exhales in annoyance. Why would I want to eat their food? They probably poisoned it so that they can get rid of me. Draco sighs bitterly, making his way slowly out of bed in search of clothes.

Draco looks around the room again, it was even messier in the morning light than it was last night. "Why would anyone let their room get this messy?" Draco questions aloud while going through his trunk to find clean clothes.

Once Draco located his clothes he begins to slowly make his way downstairs. The stairs, like the house are dangerous and dated - Paint peeling off the walls, floors with scratches on them from years of use. This is worse than them living in one room, Draco scowls, how does this house not bother anyone? Draco continues working his way downstairs but stops when he hears voices.

"Is there anything I can help with, Mrs. Weasley?" Alyssa's voice asks, soft and polite. Draco's heart skips a beat – he hasn't heard her voice for so long, hasn't seen her for so long.

"That's okay Alyssa, thank you. You should rest. I know how exhausting it can be." Mrs. Weasley responds in a kind voice. Confusion muddles Draco's mind. What is so exhausting? Draco walks into the kitchen before anymore words are exchanged between the two women. Although the kitchen was small almost every inch of the counter was filled with something: bookshelves full of cook books; pots and pans hanging from the ceiling; an odd clock hanging from one wall. Mismatched chairs pushed up to a scratched brown table, all expect for one, which contained Alyssa.

8 months ago

"Do you want kids, Draco?" Alyssa asked one fall night. Draco was holding her, the pair of them wrapped in blankets in Draco's dorm. "Yeah." Draco yawns. "I need to have them to uphold my bloodline." He answered stroking Alyssa's bare shoulder. A look of frustration and confusion crosses over Alyssa's face. "What?" He asked, confused. Alyssa sits up and turns to him.

"Well, don't you want to have kids because you actually want them? Not just for show and bloodline but because you actually want kids?" She asked, staring at him with curiosity. Draco smiled at her.

"I guess I never really thought of it that way, just wanting them. It's been drilled into me from the start that I had to have kids to keep the pure-blood line. I mean, you know how it is, being from a pure-blood family." Draco answered. Alyssa shifts uncomfortably.

"My parents raised me to believe that you have kids out of love. That's why I'm the oldest of eight children." Alyssa explains.

"I guess having kids, just because I want to... Well that's something I would like too." He answered, smiling at her from his place against the pillows. "Now come lay back down." Draco pulls Alyssa down to him, wrapping his arms around her. Alyssa smiles at him when he wraps his arms around her.

" I want four kids." Alyssa says, resting her head on Draco's shoulder.

"That's a lot." Draco answered.

"I come from a big family. I want to make it even bigger." Draco smiles at her.

"I want a big family too. I want my kids to have siblings. It was lonely being an only child." Draco admits to her.

"Were your parents around when you were young?" Alyssa asked, intertwining her hand with his. Draco sighs.

"Not really. Dad spent a lot of time at the Ministry. I'm not really sure what he was doing because he wasn't really employed. Mum was here a bit more, but she was busy with other things." Draco answers, lifting Alyssa's hand and kissing it. Draco's smile had disappeared.

"Well, you won't have to be alone as an adult. We can have four little you's running around." Alyssa grins at him.

"I'd like that" Draco responds. Alyssa smiles at him, once again laying her head on his chest. She yawns loudly. "Tired?" Draco asks. Alyssa nods. "Sleep then. Goodnight." Draco kisses Alyssa on the forehead as she drifts off to sleep.

"Draco?" Alyssa's voice brings him out of his memory. Draco stands in the middle of the kitchen with his mouth hanging open. "H...how? Are you?" Is all he's able to get out. Alyssa looks up at Draco, worry evident in her grey eyes.

"Maybe we should talk outside." She says standing up and leading Draco outside. Once they are far enough away that they are out of earshot Draco rounds on Alyssa.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He spits out. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that you were pregnant? You had to have known when you left school! Is that why you left? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" Draco screams at her, shaking with rage, his fingernails biting into his hands. She just stares at him, her whole body shaking, her eyes staring at him with fear. For a split second guilt runs its way through Draco, but his anger wins.

"Are you going to fucking answer me or what?" He snaps.

"I didn't..." She starts, voice quiet. Alyssa starts to rub her hands together, something she only did when she was incredibly anxious. Normally he would be worried, but now it just pissed him off more. Draco gestures wildly, to let her know that she should start explaining. He turns his back on her, arms crossed.

"I didn't..I wasn't sure what to tell you. I didn't want to tell you until I was sure that you would come to our side." She tells him quietly, suddenly more interested in her fingernails than in looking Draco in the eyes. He just stares at her. What could he say to that? Still feeling angry he lashes back with,

"So you thought it better to just leave, and what? Take care of OUR baby at seventeen years old? You thought it better to let OUR baby be born and raised around these people?" He's started shaking again, the wind howling in his ears. "This is my baby, Alyssa! And my child has a right to be brought up by the right people! You know this!" Draco bellows at her. He shakes his head. "We are not like them. We are powerful, and strong, and safe from all of this shit. We have a ticket to the new world – a world we can rule, Alyssa! Our baby, this baby..." He looks at her, pleadingly. "Our baby is the future of the Pureblood race. And you're willing to risk that for some blood traitors and mudbloods? You thought it would be a good idea to raise our baby around the scum of the fucking earth?"

It's as if a dam has burst."I would rather my baby be raised around anyone as long as it isn't you!" Alyssa bursts

There is a long moment of silence as her words sink in. "I didn't want to –" Alyssa begins, voice wavering. "I didn't mean –"

"I know what you meant," Draco cuts her off bitterly. He turns from her, unable to look at her face, and kicks a nearby garden gnome several feet into the air. He tries to focus on the Burrow in the distance, but his eyes are watering so much that the world has turned into an impressionist painting – blobs of color that he could never be part of.

"So," He says finally, still turned away. "Why?"

"Why?" She asks, so softly for a moment Draco thinks he may have imagined it.

"Yes, WHY?" He whirls on her, face growing red, steam rolling from his ears. "WHY AM I HERE? WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE IF YOU DON'T EVEN WANT ME IN OUR CHILD'S LIFE?"

"I was hoping that you had changed." Alyssa whispers. "I was hoping that you would realize that being a Death Eater wasn't important..." She pauses, searching his face for something, eyes yearning. Draco feels his heart rise into his throat, hoping that she'll see what she's looking for so desperately – but after a moment she averts her gaze, and he feels his body slump. "I was hoping that this – that our family was more important."

He laughs humorously. "And here I was hoping that you'd realize the same damn thing." Draco's hands close into fists and he shakes his head. "This is a fucking disaster, Alyssa. I hope you know that." Draco doesn't give her time to respond before he turns back to the house. "I'm leaving."

Alyssa's hand closes on his wrist. "Draco please, please just give it a chance. Give our family a chance."

There's a part of him that wants to look at her – to cup her chin in his hands and to get lost in her eyes one last time.

Instead, he sets his face in a hard line and jerks away.

"When you come to your senses, you know where to find me. My family and I would be honored to have you." With that Draco summons his trunk and apparates, leaving Alyssa and that filthy house behind.