A/N: c[R]ud[E]dly: oh, hun, i wouldn't kill Severus if someone paid me!! Mmmm... Severus.... *starts daydreaming* ..... *blink* oh, i'm suppose to be writing, not imagining Severus in leather. ... *cough-giggle*
____________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Seventeen_____________
"Oh, shit." Draco stated calmly, looking down.
"Problems, Malfoy?" Harry piped up from his spot in the formerly empty classroom. Everyone turned to look at Draco, who was beet red.
"It's nothing." He replied.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked. He leaned closer to Draco, who just squeeked and scooted away.
"Will you three shut up so we can go over this ridiculous plan one more time?" Snape yelled at them from the front of the classroom. He turned back to the large chalkboard, where a large diagrahm covered the space. "Like I was saying, before so rudely interupted. We will have to wait until the Dark Lord is at a moment of weakness. This will be, of course, when Draco reveals the sad news to him. Hopefully, he will be placed into a momentary shock and/or anger. With his mind occupied, he will not suspect our attack. Does everyone understand this? We mut wait until Draco has informed him of the news."
"Yeah, yeah." Harry replied.
"Potter, you should be more interested in this." Snape snarled. "Though, why Dumbledore insisted on bringing you and the Weasley-brat into this is beyond me."
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed.
"Ow!" Draco yelled. Ron jumped up and turned toward Draco.
"What is it?" He asked nervously. "Holy Merlin, is it time? Is it? Well? ANSWER ME!!!"
"Shut up, Ron!" Harry yelled. Harry stood and began bouncing from foot to foot, unsure of what else he could do but watch as Draco's water broke.
"We gotta get you to Madame Pomfrey!" Ron practically screamed. But instead of helping Draco up, he continued to bounce nervously. Snape watched all this, frowning, before he had enough. He stalked forward, grabbed Draco's arm, and began leading him out of the room. But not before waving his wand to erase the plans on the board.
Ron and Harry stared, dazed, after them. Ron blinked and turned toward his best friend. "I'm having a baby."
"Hermione was right. It really is the end of the world." Harry said in awe.
__________...
Ron couldn't breathe. He laid in the Infirmary, gasping for breath, as he listened to Draco's curses and screaming in the private room. Harry sat next to him, staring at the floor. Hermione, who had showed up once the screaming reached the Gryffindor Tower, stood in the middle of the floor and staring at the door to the room.
Ron couldn't believe the last month had gone so quickly. This was insane. It was getting closer and closer to the time in which Draco would be facing Lord Voldemort. This made Ron hyperventilate even more. The past month had been so wonderful, in his eyes. Besides the preperation Dumbledore insisted him and Harry go through for the sacking of Voldemort's hideout, Ron had spent most of his time with Draco. Hermione had been busy studying up on medical charms, planning on helping Madame Pomfrey if needed. Harry had been spending most of his month with Dumbledore, who insisted he learn extra information.
Hours passed. The sky outside darkened and Ron could see the Quarter Moon glowing in the distance. He finally felt like he was able to breathe, but barely. More hours. Harry had fallen asleep in his chair. Hermione finally sat down and was currently reading. Ron continued to lay there, staring out the window. His body felt tense. His head was throbbing. His eyes hurt, from an unknown source. He felt like he could sleep for ages.
And then it all went away with one sound. A cry. Not Draco, or anyone else. It was a baby. Ron shot up, falling off his bed in the process of getting toward the door. He rolled a bit, leapt to his feet and came to the door just as it opened. Snape looked down at Ron, one eyebrow raised.
"Ugly little thing." Was all he said before pushing past the red-head and out fo the Infirmary. Ron glared at him, before taking an unsure step into the room. He saw Madame Pomfrey in the corner, and the cry seemed to coem from that direction. Dumbledore sat in a chair by the bed. And in the bed lay Draco. Ron shuffled forward. Dumbledore stood, eyes twinkling, and moved out of the way for Ron to pass.
"Draco?" Ron whispered, sitting down in the chair. The pale boy slowly blinked open his eyes and turned toward Ron.
"Hey." He croaked.
"How are you feeling?" Ron asked, smiling down at the sweaty face.
"Like I've been torn in two." Draco replied.
"Ouch." Ron cringed at the thought. Draco snorted sleepily.
"Next time, your the one doing this." He told Ron. Ron blinked, eyes wide at the sentence. But Draco seemed too tired to notice what he said.
"Next time." Ron repeated softly. Draco gazed at him a moment, before breaking into a strong blush. Ron grinned. "Next time."
"If you two are done talking, I'm sure you would like to say hello to someone." Madame Pomfrey practically gushed. She walked over, carrying a small bundle in a white blanket. Draco scooted himself up a bit, wincing in the process. Carefully, Pomfrey placed the bundle into Draco hands. Ron watched as Draco stared down at it for a few minutes, then burst into tears.
"Draco?" Ron asked, scooting his chair closer.
"I'm s-sorry." Draco sniffled. "He's so beautiful! I need a tissue..."
Draco gently handed the baby to Ron, tears of joy running down his face. Ron gulped and cradled the infant carefully, making sure to support it's head. Then he looked into it's face. It had Draco's eyes. Though most babies had blue eyes (or brown), you could tell they were just like Draco. They were pale blue, like ice. He was practically bald, from what Ron could see, but a small tuft of strawberry blonde hair was slightly noticable. Snape didn't know what he was talking about, Ron decided. This was the most goregous thing he had ever seen.
Unable to stop himself, tears started to blur Ron's vision. He let out a giggle and grinned up at Draco, who was staring at him with a small smile on his face. Ron barely noticed Snape re-entering the room and setting a potion on the table next to Draco for his pain. He didn't see Harry and Hermione enter the room breifly. Nor did he notice Dumbledore twinkling at them with a grin. All Ron could see was Draco and the baby.
"What are you going to name him?" Harry finally spoke, interupting the dream-like state the two boys had entered. Ron looked down at the boy, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms.
"I don't know.. Any ideas, Draco?" Ron asked. Draco gazed down at the infant, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Maynard." Draco finally said. Harry snickered in the background.
"I'm not naming my son Maynard." Ron told him.
"And why not?" Draco asked defensively. "It's a perfectly respectable name. It means Powerful."
"I don't care what it means, I'm not letting you name my son Maynard." Ron replied.
"Fine, what do you suggest?" Draco hissed.
"I happen to think Ronald is a terrific name." Ron told him. Draco snorted. "Well, fine! Let's ask someone else, shall we? Harry-"
"Oh, no!" Draco interupted. "Your not bringing Potter into this. Ask Snape."
"No way!" Ron exclaimed.
"I don't want to be brought into this anyway." Snape told them.
"What about Cuthbert?" Hermione suggested. Draco and Ron simply glared at her. "Just trying to help..."
"Don't bother, Granger." Draco growled, crossing his arms.
"I always thought Adiel was a good name." Dumbledore mused.
"What?" Draco looked stricken. "That name means Goat!"
"Well, if name meanings are so important, why don't I run to the library and get a book on baby names." Hermione offered. Draco gazed at her a moment, before nodding.
"I always knew there was a reason I let you hang around, Granger."
"Oh joy." Hermione muttered, leaving.
"Give him to me." Draco ordered, reaching out for the baby. Ron sighed and carefully did so.
"You better not get into the habit of ordering me around, Draco." Ron warned. Draco simply grinned.
"You know," Draco whispered, changing the subject. "He's like a gift, you know. A beautiful gift."
"A Gift." Ron repeated. "Well, Mister I-Want-The-Name-To-Have-Meaning, what name means A Gift?"
"Lots of names." Draco responded, then he smiled softly. "I know... Shay."
"Shay?" Ron said. "Shay Weasley."
"No, Shay Malfoy." Draco told him. Ron frowned.
"Weasley."
"Malfoy!"
"Weasley!"
"Boys!" Pomfrey got on to them. "Let the baby sleep. Poor thing has gone through so much."
"What about me?" Draco pouted. Pomfrey sighed and handed the pain potion to him. At that moment Hermione walked in, carrying about ten baby name books. "Sorry, Granger, already got the name."
"What?" Hermione frowned, dumping the books into an empty chair. "We'll that's just typical isn't it."
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it took me hours to come up with the name. i love babynames.com. lol. if it wasn't for them the baby would be nameless. one last chapter, folks. followed by an epilogue!
____________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Seventeen_____________
"Oh, shit." Draco stated calmly, looking down.
"Problems, Malfoy?" Harry piped up from his spot in the formerly empty classroom. Everyone turned to look at Draco, who was beet red.
"It's nothing." He replied.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked. He leaned closer to Draco, who just squeeked and scooted away.
"Will you three shut up so we can go over this ridiculous plan one more time?" Snape yelled at them from the front of the classroom. He turned back to the large chalkboard, where a large diagrahm covered the space. "Like I was saying, before so rudely interupted. We will have to wait until the Dark Lord is at a moment of weakness. This will be, of course, when Draco reveals the sad news to him. Hopefully, he will be placed into a momentary shock and/or anger. With his mind occupied, he will not suspect our attack. Does everyone understand this? We mut wait until Draco has informed him of the news."
"Yeah, yeah." Harry replied.
"Potter, you should be more interested in this." Snape snarled. "Though, why Dumbledore insisted on bringing you and the Weasley-brat into this is beyond me."
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed.
"Ow!" Draco yelled. Ron jumped up and turned toward Draco.
"What is it?" He asked nervously. "Holy Merlin, is it time? Is it? Well? ANSWER ME!!!"
"Shut up, Ron!" Harry yelled. Harry stood and began bouncing from foot to foot, unsure of what else he could do but watch as Draco's water broke.
"We gotta get you to Madame Pomfrey!" Ron practically screamed. But instead of helping Draco up, he continued to bounce nervously. Snape watched all this, frowning, before he had enough. He stalked forward, grabbed Draco's arm, and began leading him out of the room. But not before waving his wand to erase the plans on the board.
Ron and Harry stared, dazed, after them. Ron blinked and turned toward his best friend. "I'm having a baby."
"Hermione was right. It really is the end of the world." Harry said in awe.
__________...
Ron couldn't breathe. He laid in the Infirmary, gasping for breath, as he listened to Draco's curses and screaming in the private room. Harry sat next to him, staring at the floor. Hermione, who had showed up once the screaming reached the Gryffindor Tower, stood in the middle of the floor and staring at the door to the room.
Ron couldn't believe the last month had gone so quickly. This was insane. It was getting closer and closer to the time in which Draco would be facing Lord Voldemort. This made Ron hyperventilate even more. The past month had been so wonderful, in his eyes. Besides the preperation Dumbledore insisted him and Harry go through for the sacking of Voldemort's hideout, Ron had spent most of his time with Draco. Hermione had been busy studying up on medical charms, planning on helping Madame Pomfrey if needed. Harry had been spending most of his month with Dumbledore, who insisted he learn extra information.
Hours passed. The sky outside darkened and Ron could see the Quarter Moon glowing in the distance. He finally felt like he was able to breathe, but barely. More hours. Harry had fallen asleep in his chair. Hermione finally sat down and was currently reading. Ron continued to lay there, staring out the window. His body felt tense. His head was throbbing. His eyes hurt, from an unknown source. He felt like he could sleep for ages.
And then it all went away with one sound. A cry. Not Draco, or anyone else. It was a baby. Ron shot up, falling off his bed in the process of getting toward the door. He rolled a bit, leapt to his feet and came to the door just as it opened. Snape looked down at Ron, one eyebrow raised.
"Ugly little thing." Was all he said before pushing past the red-head and out fo the Infirmary. Ron glared at him, before taking an unsure step into the room. He saw Madame Pomfrey in the corner, and the cry seemed to coem from that direction. Dumbledore sat in a chair by the bed. And in the bed lay Draco. Ron shuffled forward. Dumbledore stood, eyes twinkling, and moved out of the way for Ron to pass.
"Draco?" Ron whispered, sitting down in the chair. The pale boy slowly blinked open his eyes and turned toward Ron.
"Hey." He croaked.
"How are you feeling?" Ron asked, smiling down at the sweaty face.
"Like I've been torn in two." Draco replied.
"Ouch." Ron cringed at the thought. Draco snorted sleepily.
"Next time, your the one doing this." He told Ron. Ron blinked, eyes wide at the sentence. But Draco seemed too tired to notice what he said.
"Next time." Ron repeated softly. Draco gazed at him a moment, before breaking into a strong blush. Ron grinned. "Next time."
"If you two are done talking, I'm sure you would like to say hello to someone." Madame Pomfrey practically gushed. She walked over, carrying a small bundle in a white blanket. Draco scooted himself up a bit, wincing in the process. Carefully, Pomfrey placed the bundle into Draco hands. Ron watched as Draco stared down at it for a few minutes, then burst into tears.
"Draco?" Ron asked, scooting his chair closer.
"I'm s-sorry." Draco sniffled. "He's so beautiful! I need a tissue..."
Draco gently handed the baby to Ron, tears of joy running down his face. Ron gulped and cradled the infant carefully, making sure to support it's head. Then he looked into it's face. It had Draco's eyes. Though most babies had blue eyes (or brown), you could tell they were just like Draco. They were pale blue, like ice. He was practically bald, from what Ron could see, but a small tuft of strawberry blonde hair was slightly noticable. Snape didn't know what he was talking about, Ron decided. This was the most goregous thing he had ever seen.
Unable to stop himself, tears started to blur Ron's vision. He let out a giggle and grinned up at Draco, who was staring at him with a small smile on his face. Ron barely noticed Snape re-entering the room and setting a potion on the table next to Draco for his pain. He didn't see Harry and Hermione enter the room breifly. Nor did he notice Dumbledore twinkling at them with a grin. All Ron could see was Draco and the baby.
"What are you going to name him?" Harry finally spoke, interupting the dream-like state the two boys had entered. Ron looked down at the boy, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms.
"I don't know.. Any ideas, Draco?" Ron asked. Draco gazed down at the infant, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Maynard." Draco finally said. Harry snickered in the background.
"I'm not naming my son Maynard." Ron told him.
"And why not?" Draco asked defensively. "It's a perfectly respectable name. It means Powerful."
"I don't care what it means, I'm not letting you name my son Maynard." Ron replied.
"Fine, what do you suggest?" Draco hissed.
"I happen to think Ronald is a terrific name." Ron told him. Draco snorted. "Well, fine! Let's ask someone else, shall we? Harry-"
"Oh, no!" Draco interupted. "Your not bringing Potter into this. Ask Snape."
"No way!" Ron exclaimed.
"I don't want to be brought into this anyway." Snape told them.
"What about Cuthbert?" Hermione suggested. Draco and Ron simply glared at her. "Just trying to help..."
"Don't bother, Granger." Draco growled, crossing his arms.
"I always thought Adiel was a good name." Dumbledore mused.
"What?" Draco looked stricken. "That name means Goat!"
"Well, if name meanings are so important, why don't I run to the library and get a book on baby names." Hermione offered. Draco gazed at her a moment, before nodding.
"I always knew there was a reason I let you hang around, Granger."
"Oh joy." Hermione muttered, leaving.
"Give him to me." Draco ordered, reaching out for the baby. Ron sighed and carefully did so.
"You better not get into the habit of ordering me around, Draco." Ron warned. Draco simply grinned.
"You know," Draco whispered, changing the subject. "He's like a gift, you know. A beautiful gift."
"A Gift." Ron repeated. "Well, Mister I-Want-The-Name-To-Have-Meaning, what name means A Gift?"
"Lots of names." Draco responded, then he smiled softly. "I know... Shay."
"Shay?" Ron said. "Shay Weasley."
"No, Shay Malfoy." Draco told him. Ron frowned.
"Weasley."
"Malfoy!"
"Weasley!"
"Boys!" Pomfrey got on to them. "Let the baby sleep. Poor thing has gone through so much."
"What about me?" Draco pouted. Pomfrey sighed and handed the pain potion to him. At that moment Hermione walked in, carrying about ten baby name books. "Sorry, Granger, already got the name."
"What?" Hermione frowned, dumping the books into an empty chair. "We'll that's just typical isn't it."
___________end notes_____________
it took me hours to come up with the name. i love babynames.com. lol. if it wasn't for them the baby would be nameless. one last chapter, folks. followed by an epilogue!