a.n: Firstly, I'd like to say a few things. Just saw Deathly Hallows pt. 2. Loved it. Secondly, I think that this chapter is going to be a bit hard to write, especially with Narcissa and Lucius' feelings towards Draco, the baby, and Harry. I hope I captured this moment well and I hope you all enjoy it. Oh yeah, and there's a looooong flashback.

Disclaimer: I do now own Harry Potter.

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Pansy and Ginny had left when Draco's parents had come in. He was now alone with the two. And without warning, Narcissa run over to her son and held him in a tight embrace Lucius took his place leaning against the wall. Her head was buried in the top of his, a stream of tears spilled from her eyes. Though Draco's face couldn't be seen, he was crying as well. It could be heard. She'd pulled him so close, refusing to let go.

From the moment she'd heard about the baby, she'd wanted her best to convince him to give it up. She'd wanted to tell him that his life was worth much more then his child's life, her grandchild's life. But when she'd heard him speak of keeping the child, she could hear the love that was evident in his voice, the same love that she'd had for him when she was faced with the same option.

Lucius paced around the hospital waiting room. His head down and hands behind his back. He was so caught up in thought; he'd neglected to grab his cane that prevented his limp.

His wife, Narcissa, his reason for living, was now in the hospital, deciding whether she was strong enough to have a child or not.

The answer was no, but unfortunately, they'd found it out too late. She was already pregnant, three months to be exact. Out of the three Black sisters, she'd been the youngest, frailest and in health, the weakest.

And he'd wanted her despite what he'd heard.

"She'll never live long enough!" His mother had shouted at him, "You'll just be wasting your time and money. She's not even that pretty." "She won't be able to conceive a strong heir, and maybe she won't conceive at all. She's useless!" His father had shouted after his mother.

This had all been a result of him telling his parents about marrying a Black, Narcissa Black. "Unlike you two," he began, "I'm marrying her out of LOVE and even if we cannot conceive an heir, I'll be glad that I'm spending the rest of my life with the woman I love! We'll adopt of it pleases HER! Not you two, now anybody else, just HER!"

And Lucius wanted it to be like that. He'd seen how sick his small wife could be, and he'd planned to dedicate his life to taking care of her. But she'd wanted a child, she'd wanted a son. She'd grown tired of people telling her she was too sick, or that she'd die if she'd had a baby.

In a way, she was being selfish, but she'd also done this for Lucius too. He wouldn't see it right away though.

So there she was, sitting on the hospital bed, swinging her legs back and forth, listening to the continuous pacing of Lucius outside of the waiting room. She sighed as the site of his cane leaning against the wall.

Her husband had such a horrible limp that when he'd walked without his cane, it almost appeared he was in pain.

She gracefully leapt off of the bed and walked over to the cane, only to the healer's protest.

"Mrs. Malfoy, it's best that you_" "My husband, he'll fall if his doesn't have this," she'd interrupted the man and walked out the cane.

Lucius' stopped pacing and immediately turned towards his wife. Before he could speak, she'd shoved the cane at him, "You'll fall without it Luci, we would't want are child having a klutz as a father, now would we?"
Lucius felt a ping in his chest as she said this.
"So, you still want to have the child?" he asked, "the one that's practically killing you?"

Cissy rolled her eyes, "You seem to have no hope in me, dear. No hope whatsoever." She crossed her arms and pouted. "Cissy, you don't understand, I do not want to loose you and be stuck with the child that caused your death!" he'd shouted, causing her to shake with anger.

"Well, you should've seen it coming Lucius! At least have a bit of hope that I'll make it, please…" and with that, a stream of tears began to spill from Narcissa. "I'm scared Lucius, I really am, but at the same time, I'm overjoyed about it, about the baby and about the two of us being parents!"

Lucius fought back tears at the site of his wife crying.

"I'm scared too Narcissa. To lose you would be to lose myself as well, but at the same time, I guess I could be happy at the same time too. But…but it's just so hard to…" and now both were crying, not sobbing, crying and hugging each other tightly.

Cissy was crying because though she was scared, she'd been happy that Lucius had been happy. Lucius was crying because he was scared to lose the love of his life and be forced to live with the child that got to live instead of her.

But he had had faith in her, and luckily, in the end, the faith had paid off.

After their son, Draco, was born, Cissy had been in the hospital for a very long time. She was very very sick, but enjoyed the times when Draco was brought to her. Everyday she'd seen him; she seemed to grow brighter and healthier day by day.

Luckily, Andromedea had taken care of Draco and Lucius while Cissy had been away.

Turns out the pureblood sister couldn't stay away from her "blood traitor" sister. Naricssa deeply loved her sister, and as soon she was able, visited her and her husband. She had to do it in secret though, and Lucius had figured out when Cissy had waved a wedding invite in his face. At first, he'd pondered on arguing with her or yelling at her for associating with her sister, but his love for her had overruled him again. So, they'd ended up going, and Lucius was glad they did.

When Cissy had finally gotten better and was released from the hospital, Draco hardly recognized her. He'd actually thought that Andromedea had been his mother despite him calling her, "Auntie Andy." Draco had become attached to her automatically though, and was happy to see her. But it was Lucius who'd swept her off of her feet and pulled her into a tight embrace. The kiss, though, was a bonus, a bonus that Narcissa had been anticipating.

The two had not even been aware that their small son had been sitting on the ground, staring right at them. And to Draco from that moment on, a kiss meant true love to Draco, a love that would always be there and never waiver.

Lucius had been leaning on the wall staring at his wife and son. Draco was like his mother, telling him to get rid of the child would do no good. And the mark, it was killing both of them, but Draco had a choice to allow him to live or the child.

And unfortunately, he'd picked the child, Potter's child. Potter's child that Potter had no idea about.

This was going to cause problems, a lot of problems. But, Lucius had reminded himself that he'd faced much worse.

And then the thought dawned him, he could save his son and his grandchild, but in no way would It be easy. It could even end as a fatality for him, but Draco would be alive to take care of his dear Cissy, and Cissy could aid Draco in watching a baby.

The only hard part he was faced with was dying knowing that Draco would probably hate him. But he'd rather that then Draco be sad or blame himself for his death.

"Draco," Lucius' spoke, walking towards the two.

At this, Draco detached himself from his mother and leaky eyes faced those of his father. Lucius' gasped. He'd hardly ever seen Draco cry. The last time he'd seen it was when Harry had broken up with him and when he'd tried to hide it from the two.

He'd gone on about not wanting to cause the two anymore stress. Lucius had replied that they were his parents and were there for him no matter what. He'd nodded, but Lucius' was still aware that Draco had hid his feelings from them and it was almost impossible to pry them out.

At the call from his father, Draco gulped and replied with a shaky, "Y…yes father?" "You don't have to go through with this, you don't have to die," he'd stated to Cissy and Draco's horror. "Lucius!" Cissy exclaimed sharply. "Father!" Draco exclaimed as well, "how could you? You don't understand!"

Lucius gripped the upper half of his cane hard before continuing to speak, "It's Potter's son, and must I remind you, he doesn't' know. It's a bastard child, and it is most likely to bring more shame to the Malfoy family when it's taken away from you by Potter himself." At this, Draco's eyes watered again and he began to sob.

"Lucius, how could you?" this was the voice of Narcissa, who'd stood up before her husband, fist clenched in anger despite the tears that stained her cheeks. It was amazing; she was still fierce despite the sadness that hung about the room. He'd truly miss that about her.

"After everything we've gone through with him, you say such things to him? You're his FATHER, you're supposed to be HELPING him through this!" she'd shouted, even scaring Lucius.

"cogitatio socius," Lucius muttered under his breath, receiving a strange look from Narcissa.

"Before you continue to yell," Narcissa had heard Lucius voice in her head, "Draco and the child shall live. I can remove the mark from his arm, therefore releasing him from the poison that is now spreading through his veins."

Narcissa blinked at this strange occurrence, but soon recognized the spell. "How do you plan to do so Lucius? It seems you're trying to make him feel terrible about his…situation."

For a while, the two seemed as if they had been staring at each other, yet communicating some way. Draco had noted this, and had realized that the amount of stress in the room had decreased do to his mother's fist that was not clenched anymore and her trembling seemed to lessen. His father on the other hand, seemed different despite the cruel words he'd said to Draco. There was something about him that didn't seem right, something that had scared Draco.

"Listen Cissy, if anything happens to me, you're to stay with Draco and aid him in caring for his child," Lucius said. "What do mean by that? What are you going to do Lucius?" For a short while, the room remained silent, and then the swift movement of Lucius could be heard.

"I'll be speaking with the healer," Lucius had spoken as he'd gipped the top of his cane and began to walk out. "Lucius, wait!" Cissy said, running from behind him and tightly gripping his sleeve. As soon as she'd managed to stop him, she'd stood up on her toes as high as she could and whispered in his ear, "What exactly are you planning on doing? Why would I need to stay with Draco?"

He sighed, and said, without looking at her, "Because the curse of the dark mark is already killing me, once I take Draco's I'll be dead."

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Okay, so I know that this was rather long. I hope you all enjoyed it though, took me three days to write. Ontop of that, I've got a theology test and three theology assignments I've got to do, as well as a world geo assignment and binder, and a biology work book due. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I'll get back to you A.S.A.P.

Great week, and God bless