Jill awoke a bit late in her bed in Malfoy Manor. She returned there safe after her late night visit. When she was all bathed and dressed she went to find Draco. He was sitting in the dining room nibbling at a later breakfast with his mother. Greeted with a kiss, she sat down beside him and flatly told them about the house.

"Never!" Narcissa piped up.
"Mrs. Malfoy; I've come to love you as a mother; but damn this isn't your time!"

Mrs. Malfoy looked slightly a gasp; as no one ever took a tone with her.

"Look; I found an empty house far from all the darkness. We'll be safe we'll be-"
"Disgraced!" Mrs. Malfoy exclaimed.
"This isn't about your name! This is about us surviving! This baby being born safe and unharmed!"
"But Draco's task-"
"No. I know what it is; and it's not worth it," Jill turned to Draco, "Killing one of the most powerful forces in the world isn't going to help anything, but make it worse! This isn't the way things should be. Draco; please. Think about your family! We're not little kids anymore! We need to step away from the shadows."

Draco looked like his mind was reeling in so many ways. He was looking at his mother and back at Jill.

"Mother; I hate the muggles as much as you do... but I can't risk my baby getting hurt if I should fail…or succeed."
"I am not going! Draco, if your father-"
"Yes, I know, mother! Father would disown me for this but he's not here! Maybe if he was he could offer some help but he's not. Okay; he's locked up like an animal! Our name is already in the mud so we might as well make an attempt to survive so we can clean it up."

Mrs. Malfoy was stunned and grasping at words.

The rest of the day house-elves packed up the necessities and readied to leave. Mrs. Malfoy was still putting off a fit, but there was no way she'd leave her son alone. So once more, Jill floo'd to the Leaky Cauldron (but this time with company and bags). In the place, people peered questioningly at the trio. Mrs. Malfoy and Draco tried to cover their faces but Draco hissed "What the bloody Hell are you looking at??" to a few people as they left for the house.

"I cannot believe we are reduced to this," Mrs. Malfoy moaned as Jill used the spare key under the mat to open the door.

They all entered the cozy house, to which Draco seemed to feel slightly claustrophobic stating he'd "never been in such a small house".

Slowly but surely they all went to their rooms (Mrs. Malfoy in the master, Jill in Kay's room and Draco in Maxton's) and unpacked. Mrs. Malfoy went to make dinner and Jill took a load off in front of the sofa and played with the muggle TV, trying to play coy with Draco's questions.

"We're safe here," Jill said as she rested her head on Draco's shoulders.
"I hope so. With me missing the Dark Lord will defiantly know something is amiss."
"We'll be ok."

For a while; they were ok. Jill was about to be due at the now end of November. She was on bed rest and Mrs. Malfoy set up the room for her if she went into labor. She and Draco were always nearby, Draco only occasionally leaving for groceries (the Locks were kind enough to leave a generous amount of muggle money on the table; and Jill was happy no one found that suspicious). Day in and out she waited to go into labor. Although she was scared; Mrs. Malfoy assured her everything would go alright as she knew a good amount of magic spells to help ease things. Jill was very happy she said that; because on November 29th, it was time. Jill went into labor.

Mrs. Malfoy and Draco came to her aid. Mrs. Malfoy, proving she was no liar, casted a few spells and sent Draco to fetch some things around the house while aiding Jill. It was long and painful; and Jill grasped Draco's hand too tight many a time; but it was worth it.

"D-Draco…!" Jill screeched and looked him in the eye; her face red and teary.

"C'mon, Jill. Almost, almost. Our baby is almost here."
"Push, dear, just a few more," Mrs. Malfoy said.

Draco put a wet rag on Jill's forehead and kept his hand in hers all those hours. Draco was tired and his hand near cripple when Mrs. Malfoy finally announced she saw the baby.

"Just one more big one, Jill…!"

Jill complied and put all force into the final push and Mrs. Malfoy help take the baby who was crying and wriggling and immediately wrapped in a blanket.

"You did it! You did it, Jill!" Draco explained.

Jill's head was back, she was panting but she was happy. Mrs. Malfoy cleaned the baby up some and handed the child to Jill who looked endearingly at her baby.

"…Beautiful," Draco finally managed to say.

The three adults (you might as well consider Draco and Jill adults, now) were tired, physically in shambles and proud as can be. Narcissa did a few spells to be sure the baby was healthy and clean and the parents were proud as could be.

"We love you, our little baby," Jill whispered endearlingly at her child who was sleeping soundly in her arms.
"Good looking Malfoy," Draco said and held Jill with him.
"Remember that name we liked?"
"Yea."
"I think it's fitting. Don't you, Daddy?"

For that moment; there was no hostility. There was no dark magic, no war, and no strife. There was only a new life and new family. For once; there was calm and nothing to fear. The baby had arrived, they were all safe (and even though Draco and Narcissa weren't thinking it, Jill was happy to know she was sure that Harry Potter and friends were off trying to take Voldemort down). In the eyes of Narcissa and Draco; for once something pure came out of the muggle world.