Father
And Son
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter
characters below to J.K., although I suppose Tom belongs to me. But the name is
J.K.'s.
"Lucius?" Narcissa asked timidly.
"What?" Lucius snapped impatiently.
"I'm pregnant. It's a boy."
He
smiled, a rare sight. "Good. He shall be... Draco. Latin for dragon. He will be
an asset to the Dark Lord's plans. I will present him to the Dark Lord when he
is ready and let him be raised among Dark Arts. He will be a powerful boy and
because of him I will be honoured by the Dark Lord. Yes, he will help me well."
Narcissa's
face fell. He did not care for their son at all. Draco would be a pawn in his
game, and when the time came, Draco would be sacrificed for a larger and more
powerful piece. And she could do nothing.
***
Draco looked at his wife's face eagerly, "Well?"
Ginny Malfoy smiled happily, "I was right Draco. I am
pregnant! And it's a boy! We're going to be parents!" She looked lovingly at he
husband's face. "You're going to be a father."
Draco tipped her face up and smiled. "And you're going to be
a mother. And a lovely one too." He kissed her gently. "I really love you,
Gin."
Ginny sighed happily and rested her head on his chest. "I
really love you too." Struck by a thought, she raised her head again. "What are
we going to call him?"
"Up to you love."
"Harry?" she suggested mischievously. Draco tugged on her
ponytail, too happy to be really annoyed. "Uh... Tom?"
"Love, you going to name our son after the Dark Lord's first
name?"
"It's a nice name," Ginny argued.
"It is. Right then, his name is Tom. Tom."
***
"How
can this be!" Lucius Malfoy growled angrily. "This... ugly thing."
"He's
our son," Narcissa put in softly.
"My
son is to be powerful! How is this scrawny underfed thing going to help me?"
"He
is young yet."
"Shut
up! All of you, get out of my way," The house-elves scuttled away, scared. "I'm
disappointed in you, Narcissa. This boy is worthless to me." He spat bitterly,
"I'm going to my room. And I'm not to be disturbed. By anyone!"
***
"How're you feeling, Gin?"
"I'm fine. Look!"
Draco looked adoringly at their son. "He's absolutely
beautiful Ginny." He wasn't, of course. He was wrinkly and red and rather ugly,
in fact. But Draco didn't care. "He's wonderful."
***
"How
can you be so stupid?" Lucius yelled. "This is the most simple spell of the
lot. And you can't bloody do it! You stupid boy! Cru-"
"Don't!"
Narcissa ran up and held onto his arm. "Please, he's only young. He'll learn.
Draco, quick, apologise to your father."
The
young boy held back tears. Because after all, Draco Malfoy did not cry. His
father hated tears. "Sorry Father."
"I'm
out of here. You stupid imbecile. Listen to me, boy. You are Lucius Malfoy's
son. You have the Malfoy name to uphold. I'm not having a worthless squib as my
son!" he snarled, and stormed out of the room, his black cloak flying behind
him. Draco stood there, motionless, wordless, heart breaking inside.
***
"Dad! I can't do this!" young Tom stood there, shaking his
wand.
"Swish, Tom. Swish. Flick the wand," Draco laughed as he
watched Tom make full circles with his arms.
"Like this, Tom," Draco went up and held on to his wand arm.
"Like this," He brought their hands lightly down, and sparks flew up from the
wand.
"I did it!" Tom shouted happily. "Thanks dad!" He hugged
Draco's legs happily, then ran to Ginny. "I did it, mum!"
Yes, you did!" Ginny smiled. She held on to Tom's hand and
they walked together to Draco's side. "You make a wonderful father, Draco."
Draco smiled happily, when Tom grasped both his parents'
hands and started skipping round in a circle. His parents chuckled and started skipping
in a circle with him.
***
