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Forever Never Ends

Chapter 2

Draco Malfoy awoke to find himself sprawled over the golden sheets of his luxurious canopy bed. He stretched and emitted a loud yawn, then turned over and attempted to go back to sleep.

"Draco! Are you up yet?" a voice rang from inside the bathroom.

Draco turned over again and tried to cover his ears with a big soft pillow, the same golden color that matched his bedsheets.

Without warning, the door to the bathroom was throw open and a graceful figure stepped into the bedroom. She was dressed in genuine muggle attire, a pair of dark blue jeans and a red haltertop, which showed off her beautifully curved body. Her silky ebony hair flowed down her back to her waist, and her bright blue eyes glistened with impatience. In her left hand she held a small mirror, and in her other hand was a lipstick of a soft pink color, which she was slowly applying to her naturally lusciously red lips.

"Just give me a minute, Pansy," Draco said, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the bed. He tossed the covers aside and slowly walked past his wife to the bathroom, slamming the door shut after he was inside.

He walked through the spacious marble floor to the shower. He stepped in and turned on the hot water. He definitely needed a hot shower. A hot shower to forget her, to wipe her from his memory for another day, so that he could go on living with Pansy and forget that she even existed. It was impossible, he knew. And he let the tears glide down like crystal droplets, pelting down to the smooth marble base of the shower with a steady beat, mingling with the hot water. He cried for her, he cried for himself, but most of all, he cried for a love that could never be.

After finishing his shower, he realized that he had forgotten to pick out some clothes to wear and to bring it into the bathroom. Today was just not his day.

"Pansy, could you get me something to wear?"

Pansy, in the middle of applying her mascara, sighed, and walked to the closet in search of an outfit for him.

Draco opened the bathroom door just a tiny crack, just enough so that Pansy could give him the bundle of clothes she had picked out for him. He tried pitifully to use the door to hide his naked body.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "You know Draco, it's not like I haven't seen it all."

"Thanks," said Draco, ignoring her comment, and shutting the door again.

When Draco stepped out of the bathroom door five minutes later, Pansy obviously was tired of waiting for him and wasn't in their bedroom anymore.

She probably went down for breakfast, he thought. He left their room and walked down the quiet hallway and down the magnificent staircase to the dining room where Pansy and his mother, Narcissa, were seated. Lucius, though, was not present because he was on a business trip in Egypt.

"Good morning."

Narcissa gave him a small forced smile. "Have a seat Draco."

Draco pulled out the chair next to Pansy's and sat down, reaching for a fork to bein eating.

"Mother, I have an important business meeting at the Ministry this morning. I cannot stay long, I must leave soon."

Pansy put her fork down and sighed again. "Draco, you've forgotten."

"Forgotten what?"

"Dr. Pedini is coming to the manor today to see me for, well," Pansy blushed, "well, you know. And you have to be there."

Shit.

He had conveniently forgotten that the family doctor was coming over to the Manor today.

"Pansy, must you see the doctor?"

"Draco, don't you care?"

"Well, I just don't think it's that important, that's all," Draco said uneasily, not exactly wanting to address the issue.

Narcissa sent him a sharp reprimanding look. "Draco, this is the future of the Malfoy family we're talking about here. Is it not important to you?

"Mother, just because Pansy is unable have children doesn't mean that we need make a fuss out of – "

"I am not making a fuss out of it, I'm just merely concerned!" Narcissa shot back dangerously. She exhaled slowly, almost nervously and continued in a small, suppressed voice. "What would your father say?"

"And who said I can't have any children?" Pansy asked, her voice with a noticeable quiver, and her eyes a tad bit overbright.

"Stop it!" Narcissa exclaimed in an outburst, and then proceeded to massage her temples. "Draco, you and Pansy have been married for, how long? Eight months? Almost a year? Almost a year and, well, your father is concerned. What I mean is, the Malfoy family needs an heir!"

"What does that have to do with the doctor, really?"

"I think we need to find out what's wrong with Pansy and – "

"There's nothing wrong with me!" Pansy shrieked and then immediately dashed out of the dining room, crying as she went.

There was a long pause in which neither mother nor son said anything. It was Draco who finally made the first move. He rose from the seat, shoved the chair back in under the table and left the room, leaving Narcissa all alone to ponder her thoughts.

He locked himself in his study, sat down at his desk, and tried to concentrate on Ministry work. In his fourth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort returned and for the next three years attempted to take over the whole wizarding world. Then at the end of his seventh year, Voldemort had disappeared again. Probably again bidding his time until he could seek his revenge.

After his seventh year he had started to work at the ministry, much to the disapproval of his father who wish him to…well, continue in his footsteps. Although his father was one of the most prominent Deatheaters in Voldemort's circle, Draco himself had no desire whatsoever to be branded with the disgusting mark that adorned his father's and many other's arms. Instinctively, he placed a hand on his forearm and clawed at the flesh. When he realized what he had been doing, he released his grip on his arm and resolved to forget about it.

Ministry work was difficult and rigorous these days. Everyone knew that Lord Voldemort was getting stronger day by day but none was able to pinpoint his location. The wizarding community lived in fear and dread of the day You-Know-Who would return. And they all knew that day would come to pass. At the Ministry, wizards and witches spent hours deciphering information and codes, trying to find and destroy Lord Voldemort.

Draco let his thoughts wander back to his seventh year. Protected within the walls of Hogwarts, he and the other students were safe and did not worry about the outside world. Seventh year…not even a year ago.

Seventh year…that was when…no, I won't think of her.

He tried desperately to push her out of his mind, to wipe her clean from his memories, and was not succeeding until the doorbell rang, shattering his thoughts. Draco groaned distressfully, knowing that the doctor had arrived. He stood up from his chair, scrambled out of his study and strided through the long halls and passageways of the Malfoy Manor to the great entrance. Pansy, not to his surprise, was already there, warmly greeting the doctor.

Dr. Pedini was a short, plump woman with a bubbly round face, and had been the Malfoy family doctor for as long as he could remember. Pansy politely invited her in and Draco shook her hand, trying to act like he was interested. Then Pansy nervously led the doctor to her bedroom, where she explained her condition and the doctor did some routine examinations on her. Draco waited outside their bedroom and pulled out a book to read during this time. He let his fingers run over the golden inscription on the leather cover. Romeo and Juliet, it read. He began to read, slowly and deeply at first, but then just scanned the pages quickly for about an hour until the examination was finished.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I cannot find anything wrong with you. You seem to be healthy. Sometimes when one is stressed or overburdened, she will be barren."

"What can I do about it?" Pansy asked eagerly.

The doctor pursed her lips. "I suggest that you might try taking nightly walks under the moon. It might help your condition."

Pansy sighed with relief and twirled her hair in her fingers. "So that's all? There's nothing really wrong with me?"

The doctor shook her head slowly, almost greviously.

"Oh, I must tell mother!" Pansy cried in delight and then exited the room in a hurry to find Narcissa.

Draco and Dr. Pedini were left in the room alone. There was silence, and then-

"Really?"

The doctor sighed heavily. "No."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy but your wife cannot have children."

"So you lied."

"Yes, to spare her."

There was another awkward silence, and then the doctor left the house.

~

"Oh Draco, I'm so excited! I can't believe I've been worrying so long about it and there hasn't been anything wrong at all!" Pansy exclaimed.

All Draco could do was to sigh. After the doctor had left, Pansy had been practically dancing around the manor all day. And worse, Narcissa forced him stay home from work the whole day to celebrate. He couldn't get away from her for even a minute.

He felt worse though, during dinner, when she had asked him how many children he wanted to have. He was just digging a hole he wouldn't be able to get out of later, and felt like he owed her the truth, even though the truth would hurt her. He almost refused when she asked him to accompany her on the moonlit walk. But he decided that he should probably play along for a little while before breaking the news to her. Maybe after she saw that the moonlit walks didn't work, she'd be ready to receive the truth. So, it was with a heavy heart that he went on a stroll her that night.

The sky was dark, the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared. They apparated to a nearby forest because Pansy thought a forest would be terribly romantic. She held onto his hand and led him into the dense, dark forest. The walk was unbearably quiet as he had nothing he wanted to say to her. At last, Pansy broke the silence.

"Draco." It came as a soft whisper.

"Yes?"

"I know."

"Know what?"

Pansy took a deep breath. "I know the doctor lied."

Draco turned her around and looked at her with surprise.

"You don't have to keep pretending," she continued. "I think I've known for a long time, but I've tried to deny it.

"It?"

"You know, the fact that I can't have kids." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she still tried to smile. "But you know, that's okay, just as long as I have you." She turned to him and straightened his collar with her soft hands.

"How did you know?"

"I was eavesdropping when you and the doctor were talking."

"Oh."

"Besides, what thick headed idiot would really believe that rubbish about moonlit walks?" She laughed bitterly, and soon her laughter turned to cries.

"Oh."

"Draco I'm so sorry we can't have any kids." Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck and cried on his shoulder, letting his shirt soak up her tears.

"It's okay." Draco tried his best to comfort her, but couldn't deny to himself the fact that he never wanted to have any kids with her anyways. He was actually rather happy with this arrangement.

"I love you Draco."

She was expecting him to answer the same way, but he couldn't say it. How could he lie to her this way? He was hastily trying to think up a reply to her words that wouldn't involve a lie, but was interrupted when Pansy put a finger to his lips and shushed him.

"Do you hear that?"

"No…"

"Listen."

Somewhere in the distance, he could hear a baby cry faintly.

"A baby," he said dumbly.

"Come on, let's find it!" Pansy said, pulling on his hand to follow her.

"Pansy! It's probably some lady taking her baby out for a walk and she's gonna think we're nutters if we go up to her."

"It's near three in the morning! Why would someone be out this late at night?"

"Well, we are, aren't we? Maybe some other people are too. People are unpredictable. Especially muggles."

"Shush Draco!" said Pansy as she tried to find the direction in which the cries were coming from.

"But Pa-"

Pansy glared at him, her blue eyes flashing dangerously and he wisely shut up. For about half an hour, they twisted and turned around the trees, trying to find the infant. The crying was getting louder and louder, and they knew they were getting closer and closer to their target.

"The baby's got to be around here somewhere!" Pansy exclaimed, weary from the long search. "Here, let's go check behind that big tree over there. Seems like a good place for someone to hide a baby."

Draco sighed and followed her without complaint. He decided that Pansy was crazy and needed some psychological help and there was nothing he could do.

"Oh my god, I found it!"

"It?"

"Well, I don't know if it's a boy or girl. After we take it home, we'll check. But for now…I'll just say it's a girl."

"What the fuck, Pansy, you want to take that thing home?"

"You got a problem with that?"

"Pansy, when her mother comes to find her, she'll kill us!"

"Well, it's not like her mother wanted her!"

"Well I wonder why!"

"She'll die out here!"

"Well, then let her die, she's a bloody muggle for goodness sakes!"

"Draco, haven't you got any feelings?"

"But she's a muggle!"

"Draco, look at her! Look at how adorable she is! I can't possibly leave her out here to die!"

Pansy held the little crying bundle to Draco, who very reluctantly cradled it in his arms, making a face.

"Look at her. How can you say no?"

Holding the little warm bundle was an extremely new feeling to Draco. It was uncomfortable at first, but slowly it began to feel like second nature. The child, after being placed in his arms, ceased her crying, and cooed softly, her small hands reaching out of the warm bundle to touch him.

"She likes you," Pansy said dreamily. "She even stopped crying, just for you."

He stared at the small face that peeked out of the bundle. Pansy was right, he realized, this child was irresistibly beautiful. She had a bit of golden hair growing out of her head and the most adorable eyes. Big blue eyes that reminded him of a girl he used to know. A girl he tried to forget. He knew at that moment that he could not leave the poor child there, even if she was, well, a muggle.

"So, can I keep her?"

Draco was silent for a moment, then he nodded.

Pansy's face lit up and she took the infant from his arms and they apparated back to the manor, taking the child with them.

~

"Draco, what is the meaning of this?" asked a very curious Lucius, who apparently wasn't in a terrific mood upon returning from his business trip.

"Well…" Draco said, not knowing how to continue. Instead he looked at the infant who he was holding in his arms.

Pansy jumped right in on cue. "You see father, tonight we went on a walk and we heard a baby cry and I found her and she's so adorable I couldn't just leave her to die!"

"Pansy wants to keep her," Draco said and then added, "and so do I."

"A muggle child? A muggle child? Draco, what has gotten in to you? And you plan to keep it? Raise it as one of your own? A muggle child?" said Lucius, shocked at their decision.

"Please father," Pansy begged, "it's the only child I'll ever be able to have and to hold…please!"

"What do you mean?" Narcissa asked suddenly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I…" Pansy started to say, but couldn't finish.

"Pansy can't have any children, alright? The doctor lied." Draco explained to his parents.

Lucius was in shock and was momentarily silent. But he regained his composure soon and started to argue with them again. Narcissa looked like she was about to faint, and was quiet for the rest of the night.

"Please father, couldn't we keep her?"

"How can you say that? You want to take in a muggle child? What will people say? What will people say?"

"No one would have to know…"

"We'll just pretend she's our daughter. No one will notice," said Pansy.

"What do you mean 'no one will notice'? Everyone will notice. A baby doesn't just pop out of nowhere!"

Pansy was slowly developing a plan in her mind. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. It would work out perfectly. She started to explain her plan to an angry Lucius.

"Father, we'll just say that since I didn't want to look like a big balloon, I had a spell put on me so that I wouldn't look pregnant. And since Draco and I have only been married for eight months, and we wouldn't want any nasty rumors, we'll say that she was born a month early, but is perfectly healthy."

Narcissa took the child from Draco's arms and examined her. "Yes, it's a girl and she can't be more than a day old. And she is a darling."

"You see father," said Draco, "it would work out perfect. No one would know."

Lucius was not convinced. "And what about the doctor who was here today?"

Narcissa chuckled lightly. "Lucius, dear, you of all people should know, money is a precious tool and we have plenty of it. Give her a million galleons and she won't breathe a word."

"This is a muggle child! I must emphasize, a muggle child! And what she won't resemble Draco or Pansy. Then what will people say?"

Narcissa chuckled again and held the baby out for Lucius to see. Now Lucius realized why Narcissa had chuckled. The baby had the same golden blond hair as Draco and had gorgeous blue eyes that looked enough like Pansy's. But Lucius was not a man who would give in easily.

"And…what about the long term effects? When she doesn't get her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, what will we do then? Huh? Never thought of that have you? What will people say when a Malfoy doesn't get into Hogwarts? The family named would be ruined!"

Pansy could not deny that this would cause some problems. "But father, mother said money could buy anything. We'll bribe them to let her in!"

"Money can buy anything, but money cannot buy Albus Dumbledore!"

"Maybe he'll retire," Draco offered hopefully.

"Yes, but if she goes, what will she have to show for it? She won't be able to do a thing and they'll kick her out. People will say she's a squib. The Malfoy family has not yet produced a squib! And if we did, well…" Lucius shuddered at his own words.

"Well, who cares! Can't we just take it one step at a time? Slowly? We'll face the challenges when we get there!" Pansy's mind was set on keeping the baby.

Lucius was tired from his unsuccessful business trip, and he was ready to give in. Besides, he had to admit the child was very extraordinarily beautiful. He finally smiled. "What do you want to name her?"

"Oh you mean, we can keep her?" Draco asked uncertainly, it was too good to be true. Lucius nodded and Pansy squealed.

"Let's call her Elizabeth," Narcissa suggested. "Elizabeth was my Grandmother's name."

"No, Elizabeth is too plain. And since I'm her father, I should decide her name." Draco smiled proudly at this. "Hm…how about Rebecca?"

"Rebecca Elizabeth Malfoy. That sounds nice."

Everyone agreed that this was indeed the best name for the baby. Draco took her from Narcissa's arms and held her up for everyone to see.

"Rebecca Elizabeth Malfoy, born April 7th, welcome to the family."

TBC

A/N: yeah, this was a totally long and boring chapter. I'm totally new to this whole writing thing. The characters are like WAY weird. I'm really bad at characterization. Everyone is pretty dull in this. Anyways, I think it'll get better. And Hermione has blue eyes in this story. Are her eyes supposed to be brown? Does the book ever say? Well, who cares, in here she'll have blue eyes. I'm so sorry about the whole title thing. I had no idea that someone already had this name for their fic. But, I don't want to change it because I can't think up any other names to fit this story. Besides, I really like the song. What are flames????