Draco paced around the room shaking his head violently. "Oh God, oh God, oh
no, no this isn't funny", he was speaking in a hushed murmuring voice. "Oh
hell no, SHE DID NOT! I HATE HER!" He remembered that night perfectly, and
by all means he enjoyed it, but he sure as hell did NOT want this.
They had been at a party in the Slytherin common room and she was beautiful, as always. His girlfriend Caia Luthania was like him, prefect, extremely smart, and in her 5th year. He was 16, having had his birthday in November the 2nd to be exact, but she would not turn 16 until April. But this, he had never wanted this, and now he was stuck with her forever. "NO, it's not mine. IT IS NOT! " He shouted blankly across the small room "She would have told me, she would have let me know," he whispered as he collapsed into a corner.
A mediwitch poked her head into the room opening the door and asked, "Mr. Malfoy, it is a girl. Would you like to choose a name?" He looked forebodingly at her and spit on the floor. The nurse looked back darkly at him, "Mr. Malfoy, I am familiar with your family and would you rather have her choose a name," she narrowed her eyes at him, "Maybe one, oh I think honoring a famous Auror, maybe?"
"NO way in hell will she name any child of mine like that," he spat "Name it Octavia Bella."
"Alright then," said the nurse rather cheerfully. "Octavia it is then" and went off whistling. They brought her to him later and he couldn't bring himself to look at her. But as the mediwitch observed with his pallid face and hair, his sparkling silver gray eyes and his elegant bone structure; he could not deny that it was his. But he was so young it just couldn't be.
They had been at a party in the Slytherin common room and she was beautiful, as always. His girlfriend Caia Luthania was like him, prefect, extremely smart, and in her 5th year. He was 16, having had his birthday in November the 2nd to be exact, but she would not turn 16 until April. But this, he had never wanted this, and now he was stuck with her forever. "NO, it's not mine. IT IS NOT! " He shouted blankly across the small room "She would have told me, she would have let me know," he whispered as he collapsed into a corner.
A mediwitch poked her head into the room opening the door and asked, "Mr. Malfoy, it is a girl. Would you like to choose a name?" He looked forebodingly at her and spit on the floor. The nurse looked back darkly at him, "Mr. Malfoy, I am familiar with your family and would you rather have her choose a name," she narrowed her eyes at him, "Maybe one, oh I think honoring a famous Auror, maybe?"
"NO way in hell will she name any child of mine like that," he spat "Name it Octavia Bella."
"Alright then," said the nurse rather cheerfully. "Octavia it is then" and went off whistling. They brought her to him later and he couldn't bring himself to look at her. But as the mediwitch observed with his pallid face and hair, his sparkling silver gray eyes and his elegant bone structure; he could not deny that it was his. But he was so young it just couldn't be.