A/N: new chapter! Helle's fault again… blame her!
XoXoX Draco's POV XoXoX
Draco felt something poke him in the shoulder and wriggled away from the touch. "Just five more minutes, mother" he mumbled and turned over.
"Whatever you want, Master Malfoy" said a high-pitched voice and as Draco opened his eyes he saw one of the house-elves disappear with a pop. Suddenly Draco realised that he was lying on the floor, and he looked around. It looked like he was in the dining room.
"House-elf!" he yelled, and the little creature popped back in.
"Yes, Master?"
"Why the hell am I on the floor in the dining room?" shouted Draco and looked menacing at the house-elf.
"You fainted, Master Malfoy."
"Fainted?" Draco's voice was clouded with rage. "A Malfoy doesn't faint!"
"But Master, you fell over and didn't wake up."
"So maybe I just decided to take a nap! A Malfoy doesn't bloody faint!" He yelled even louder, furious at the creature that dared insinuate that he, Draco Malfoy, had fainted. Fainted! The nerve! "Get the hell out of here before I turn you into a pair of house-elf trousers to match my dragonhide boots." The house-elf squeaked and disappeared with a loud pop.
Suddenly Draco became aware the sound of someone crying, and he looked around. His eyes fell on the basket, and suddenly he remembered everything. The baby. He walked carefully over, lifted the lid of the basket, and found the little one tossing and turning and crying loudly. Uncertainly Draco looked down at the little bundle. "Um… don't cry" he demanded, but the baby didn't seem to be listening to him. Damn. He knew nothing about babies!
Wait a minute!
He had seen Potter with a baby only last winter, hadn't he? When that French coquettish veela and her longhaired hippie of a husband had visited the school to show off their offspring to the rest of the Weasley clan. Draco closed his eyes and tried to remember. What had Potter done to calm the baby? He held it and then rocked it back and forth…
Aha!
That's it!
But… hell… He would have to pick up the bloody thing. Draco looked down at the red-faced baby with disgust, then pulled himself together and bent down to pick it up. If the Gryffindor Golden Boy could do it, then he'd be damned if he couldn't manage it as well!
He held the baby tentatively and put it so that it was resting it's head on his elbow. Moving his arms slowly back and forth, he looked down at the baby and was surprised to find that it had actually stopped crying and was looking up at him with its big blue eyes. Hm, he thought. It doesn't look so ugly when it's not crying. It's really kind of… cute. With it's big blue eyes and little button nose and soft, fair curls. Draco suddenly felt an unknown feeling inside his chest. It felt warm and fuzzy and nothing like he had ever felt before.
Scared of this new feeling, Draco hastily put the baby back into the basket. "What am I supposed to do with you, young man?" sighed Draco, then a thought suddenly hit him. Maybe it wasn't a young man at all. Maybe it was a young woman. He looked closely at the baby's face, but that didn't reveal much to him. Damn those gender-neutral babies! And its clothes revealed nothing either, it was just wrapped in a white blanket. Draco silently cursed the biological mother for not dressing her baby in either pink or blue, then he sighed heavily and sat down. There was only one way to find out the gender of the baby, and that was to undress it. But he couldn't undress the baby, could he? He wasn't even sure a Malfoy was allowed to undress babies. And even if he was, it was plainly disgusting. He'd have to pick the thing up again. Eww.
Draco stroked his chin pensively, when it suddenly it hit him. He could just assume the baby was a boy! And if it wasn't, well, so what? He wasn't keeping it, and it was so small it would never remember it anyway.
"A little boy it is then" he smirked. "But what am I going to call you?" He stood up and looked down at the baby "I have a name for you." He felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards, and laughed inwardly "I'm going to call you Draco! Junior of course. Draco junior. Not bad. I really am clever, aren't I?" He reached down and took one of Draco junior's hands in his. It was so small! But yet perfect, with its little nails and dimples.
Suddenly Draco pulled away from the baby and looked terrified around him to see if any of the house-elves were around. If anyone had seen him being all cuddly with a baby his reputation would be damaged forever! He had worked so hard to get the position as leading Slytherin, and he had a feeling his housemates wouldn't follow a man with a baby just as easily as they followed a ruthless pureblood heir. He had to get rid of him somehow. The thought gave him a funny and not very pleasant feeling in his chest, but he ignored it and concentrated on what he had baptized 'the Junior Problem': what was he supposed to do with him?
The first thing that came to mind was to call his parents. They would probably know what to do, and who to talk to. But if he called them now, they would come home and they would never let him be alone again. So they we're out of the question. Next on the list was Pansy. She was a girl, so she had to know what to do with a baby. But damn, he had forgotten, the whole Parkinson family had gone to the Annual Death Eater Convention in Aberdeen together with his parents. That left Crabbe and Goyle. Eh, scrap that. Who else? Well, there was always Severus, but hadn't he talked about going to Aberdeen too? Draco was almost certain he had. Damn. He knew he should have tried to befriend more people. Wasn't there anyone he knew who had a knack with babies? Anyone at all?
Potter, said a little voice in the back of Draco's head that sounded very much like that cursed know-it-all Granger.
No!
Come on…
No!
You don't know anything about babies, you need help.
No!
Yes, you do.
Well, yes, but no!
That didn't make sense…
Yes it did!
No.
Did too!
Nope.
Aaaaaargh! I won't ask Potter for help! Not if I got all the galleons in the world! Not if I got him served on a silver plate, without any clothes at all, his muscles strong and glistening with sweat and his… damn. I did not just think that. That is disgusting!
Busted.
No! I didn't mean it, I mean, yes I did, no! Damn. What are you doing to me! I do not mean these things, and I have not had a crush on Potter since third grade! So there.
Third grade, eh?
Damn.
So, you're going to ask him for help then?
No! I won't, I shan't, and you can't make me!
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An hour later Draco was standing in front of Number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey. Holding the basket with Draco junior on an arms length, he took a deep breath, then raised his hand and rang the door bell.
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