I'm not sure what I want to say about this chapter. The flashback from the last chapter is continued in this. Read and Review!

Draco

We held a held a service and buried my father in the gardens of Malfoy Manor. It was a small gathering. A few of my friends showed up and a few of my mother's, only to support us, but we didn't need the help. To me my father had been dead for a few years, three to be exact. Three years ago he was put in Azkaban, and that's when he had died in my mind. Astoria's father showed up. I had yet to remember his name, but it was unneeded. I always called him Mister Greengrass.

After the service, Mister Greengrass stayed behind and said the he would like to talk with Astoria and I. We stayed in the garden and walked around. "Your father, Draco, I'm sure has already had a conversation about this with you, but my daughter is still oblivious to the pressing matter."

I nodded and Astoria looked at me with worried eyes before turning to her father. "What is the matter?" she asked.

Mister Greengrass laid a consoling hand on Astoria's shoulder. "Nothing is wrong my dear. I just want to bring to your attention, that once you are married, a child is to be expected. Now, while Lucius and I were making this contract he pressed the matter that you have a son. I cannot deny the man, but as myself never had a son, so I do not quite understand the importance of having one. I must leave it to my daughters to carry on the bloodline, but not our name. But, Draco, if you go far back into the Malfoy family tree, you would see that they have all produced male offspring. Make it a dying man's wish if you must, but Astoria, you must produce a male offspring, for Draco."

Astoria looked between her father and me. "But Daddy, I'm not ready to be a mother."

Mister Greengrass nodded. "And I'm sure Draco nor a father. I'm not saying you must become pregnant the day you are wed. I'm only bringing to your attention that you must produce a male offspring. There is no deadline, until you are much, much older, meaning you are no longer able to become pregnant. Now, let us not worry about that in the present moment, but just keep in mind, I expect a grandson."

Astoria nodded at her father's words and held tightly to my hand. "Is that all?" I asked.

Mister Greengrass shook his head. "No. I must also add that, if you do not receive a son on your first try, like yourself, Draco, that you try again. I will not make you keep having children until a son is born. Like Astoria herself, has an older sister. We did hope that both girls were boys, but they weren't, but I love my daughters all the same," he said quickly seeing the hurt look on Astoria's face. "And of course our mother, Draco, has two older sisters. I cannot make you have more than one child, but a son would be wonderful."

Astoria looked up at me and buried her face in my side. "Of course, sir. I'll certainly produce a male off spring."

"Great! Now, that's all that I needed to speak to you about." He smiled at us. "I shall see you both at the wedding, possibly sooner."

Mister Greengrass left, leaving Astoria and I in the garden. "I'm sorry for his behavior, Draco. He thinks I'm my sister sometimes. She's already got a son with her husband. He loves to compare me to her."

I shook my head. "It's fine, Astoria. Why don't you go inside? I think my mother is in the library," I said and she let go of me sprinting into the manor. I remained outside, walking around.

"Are you all right, my dragon," my mother whispered to me. I nodded and hid my face on her chest. I always felt comfort there. I heard my father come in and I tensed. I was frightened by him. "Lucius… What did you do?"

"I-it's M-mister A-Anderson!" I shouted into my mother's chest.

I could feel my mother look up at my father. "What did you do, Lucius!"

"H-he k-killed h-him," I whispered and my mother's grip got tighter.

"In front of our son!" She shouted, standing up, keeping me in her arms. "He's five years old, Lucius! He's not one of you friends who would love to join you!" she shouted and held my held to her chest and I started to suck my thumb. "FIVE!"
"I didn't know he was there, Narcissa!" he defended. "I had instructed him to go and find you, and I thought he had left!"

"It's alright, my dragon," she whispered and started to walk away. "I'm sure that Mister Anderson is just sleeping."

I lifted my head from her chest and removed my thumb from my mouth, "Really?"

Mother nodded at me. "Yes."

"Is he joining us for dinner?" I asked, smiling slightly.

She shook her head. "No, he's going back home."

Little did I know at that age, I'd be seeing much more than that. I had taken Muggle Studies, of course I lied to the Dark Lord about it, but seeing my teacher killed in front of me was much worse than one of my father's friends. To this day I still haven't a clue why my father killed Mister Anderson. I do remember when his wife came over, asking if we knew what happen to her husband. My parents lied of course. I wanted to scream and shout out the truth, but I didn't want to be punished.

After a while she gave up looking for her husband. They had a daughter, and she now works in the Ministry. They showed up at my father's funeral. It shocked me. I suppose that my parents never told them what had happen to Mister Anderson.

"His wife and daughter are waiting for him to come home. As soon as he wakes up, he's going to leave."

Later that night I heard my parents screaming at each other that proved Mister Anderson had died.

"How could you kill someone while your son is standing right there?!" Mother screamed.

"Again, Narcissa, I had no Idea that he was standing there! I thought he had left the dungeon!" Father screamed back.

I curled into my bed, covering my ears with my pillow. I was supposed to be asleep.

I didn't sleep, though, not until the screaming was finished.