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Warnings: M/M, language, Fluff, mention of sex and MPreg (MPreg might come into the story later on), Humor HP/DM, HP/OC, HG/RW Past HP/GW, past HP/OC(s), PMS-ing, and gossiping.

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Chapter Eleven

I was very warm. I didn't really want to wake up, I felt peaceful. Well, till there was a sharp pain on my stomach and a rubble. Trying to clear the fog in my mind, I open my eyes.

Everything is fuzzy.

But, I clearly could feel Hailey.

Pawing my stomach in delight. Purring overly loudly.

"Who knew you were a cat lover?"

Groaning, I reach out to find my glasses. I don't remember taking them off. Heading towards the side desk to my right, I came up empty.

Hailey must have thought my movement wasn't acceptable because she dug her nails into my skin.

"Ouch, Hailey!"

"Looking for these?" holding my glasses above me. " I took them off when I woke up a bit ago." reaching out, I watch a fuzzy Draco open my glasses and put them around my face. I smile at him, as he becomes clear."Good morning."

"Morning?" I answer, still a bit sore at Hailey for clawing me. But looking down she seem very content with Draco petting her. Looking towards the window I could see it was still dark. "Are you sure its morning? And- why do you smell like chocolate lattés?" sniffing at him.

"Mother houses elves. So, where did you get this.." scratching Hailey's ear and ignoring my other question. "..Hailey thing?"

"She not a thing! ...Molly. She decide I was lonely and I could use a cat. So, I could conquer my loneliness with kitty issues." I replied. "I can't complain though. She is a very loveable kitten and protective."

"Protective? Of who? She seems like a friendly cat to me. Very affectionate, in fact."

"Well, she hiss and attacks anyone she can. She doesn't even like Ron." I shrug.

"Well, she has good taste. I mean who would like a Weasley?" I sighed. I really didn't need to fight about the Weasley's. But I knew both families were sore subject to each other.

"Well, she must not like you that much if she still laying on me." looking down at Hailey. Bloody traitor she is, laying on me but pushing her face up against Draco's hand.

"Oh no. She likes me more. I mean she only lays on you because your skin is great for clawing. She wouldn't want to claw at my perfect skin." he replies with Malfoy arrogance.

"Soo...are we going to talk about what going on..umm you know, with you?" I asked.

"No need too. " he replied. He was trying to avoid the question, so I switched the question.

"Do you want to marry Miss. Lambert?" I watched him when I asked. I wanted to really see what he was thinking. Of course I should have known he masked his emotions.

But he did freeze, Hailey didn't seem happy with him stop and started to nip at his hand. It took a few seconds, but I think he processed what I said. He huffed and laid down hard on my bed.

"No. I don't." he sighed. "she not my type. She is a daughter of my mother's friend."

"Then why are you...?" he turned and looked at me, decided that he was going to lay down. Which meant he moved my arm underneath him, to use as a pillow.

"Mother...she is..."

"A special women, difficult, demandin -" I could keep going, if I wasn't cut off.

"-ill"

"Oh." You mean, in the head, right? I guess I should ask that. It's insensitive.

"She was bonded to my father. He recently became sick in Azkaban. At first she was just getting a cough, she said it was nothing. But then she was having dizzy spells, shortness of breath, chest pains, and such. She knew my father was becoming very ill.

" She tried seeing a healer but no one would see her at St. Mungo's. No one wants to heal the wife of a known death eater. She been seeing specialty healers but they all say it do to the bond." I could tell he was getting upset.

"Soon after, she started to contact anyone she could. Anyone who would listen to her and see if father was really sick. If he was able to get medical treatment. She was getting worried, he hadn't written to her in a while. It happened a few time before. Azkaban has had a few lock downs, where no one could owl in or out." He took a deep breath to try to calm himself, but I could hear his voice cracking.

"Finally, she pulled some strings and she got a hold of Kingsley.

"By that time, he was in terrible shape, they moved him to the medical bay. That was a few days ago. Kingsley called me to the office today, there was nothing they could have done. He passed earlier this morning."

"I'm sorry for your lost" I should have told him Kingsley wanted him. I shouldn't have let some office secretary tell him.

"I wish, I was. My father was a hard man, but still was my father. The man, I idolized growing up...changed with war. But when he died, mother got very sick. The stress of having the bond break, plus father's illness. Well, she's not doing well."

"So you have to get married because she sick?" I still didn't understand what this had to do with his marriage.

"For years, I knew I wasn't going to take over the Malfoy fortune. I never wanted to marry someone picked for me, never mind a pure blood women. I was raise to do so, but after the war...I just wanted to find myself. Be happy. Joining the Ministry 's potion department was the best thing I could did. I make plenty of money for me to live in a flat. Do thing I want, buy my own clothes and such.

"But now, mother bills are coming in. She doesn't have access to the Malfoy accounts. She only has her family vault, which I put some extra every payday." he explained.

"So... you need the money for your mother?" I state to see why he need the Malfoy vaults. I would have done anything for my mother, if she was alive. But knowing that a few years ago Molly became ill, I was the first one to get her specialty healers. They were very pricey. A very hard bill for the Weasley family to handle, so I paid them with one of my vaults.

"Yes, in a way. But her bills are not the only thing I need to pay off. My father's debt and its adding up too. Now that he has passed, they get passed down to my mother. I don't need my mother stressing over it. With finding a healer for her condition and my father's funeral. Also, one day when my mother finally passes, all debts will be passed down to me. If I don't take over the Malfoy family accounting vaults, I don't know how I will survive"

"I am more than willing to help. Just tell me what you need me to do. I mean...maybe I could use my name to get her a good healer. I could help by giving you access to one of my vaults. I have plenty of vaults, I don't use." Trying to think of ways I could lend a helping hand.

"No, I remember the talk we had about your celebrity status and how you hate throwing your name around to get something. And I don't want your money. This is something I have to do. Besides, I talked the Malfoy's lawyers when mother found out that father was ill. This is already in motion"

"What did they say?" I questioned.

"My grandfather wrote out a contract that my father had to follow to receive the Malfoy's fortune. My father never thought to change it, so I have to follow the same set of rules. "

"Which Miss. Lambert fits the bill. Purebred. Child carrier. A women." I sighed, I was getting discourage.

"Yes... And no. It didn't have to be her. Or a women. But the list that fit for men were unacceptable ..."

"I guess, I wasn't anywhere on it." I turned my head to look at him.

"No. You weren't."

We sat in silence. Staring up at the ceiling. I could feel Hailey moving around the bed, trying to settle herself between my legs.

"Would you have chosen me, if I was?" it was so quite that I thought, he was going back to sleep. He turn over to his side and cuddle more to my chest. I guess I would never know that answer.

"So when is this marriage?" -so I could mark the date of doom in my calendar.

"I don't know. Mother and Mr. Lambert are writing up the marriage contract Saturday, later in the afternoon." he said.

"Do you like her? You think you guys can become friends?"

"No. Not really. She couldn't care about our marriage. She comes from a middle class family. They are trying to become more of a high class family. She gets part of the Malfoy's money, I get a unhappy marriage and a child." he said with distaste.

"You think she'd be a good mother?" I completely forgot about children. I wonder why Draco would bring one into a unhappy marriage.

"No. If it wasn't for the contract or my mother insisting on an grandchild for an heir, we won't have one. My soon to be wife has made it very clear, she doesn't wish to raise our child, only to have it. She hopes after the baby is born she can move back to France and buy a cottage. Forget she was ever married."

"So, you are going to raise a child by yourself? Why her then? Why don't you choose someone else?"

"Who would want to marry a death eater, Harry?" Who indeed. Years have passed, but no one has forgotten. Hermione always had a fit when locals went after clear death eaters. Or child of death eaters. Most call into the ministry, were hate crimes from the war.

I pulled him closer.

"I would marry you." I could feel his smile pressed into my arm. We just laid there. There was nothing more I could really say.

Don't do it?

Don't save your mother?

Everything will work out for you?

"If married, I would have carried our baby for you."