Warnings: It's still the same warnings as before. So skip on down to the rest of the chapter. Enjoy.

Chapter 7

"If I ever find him, I'm going to kill him," Draco snarled through gritted teeth.

"Yes dearie," Heather said soothingly, dabbing his forehead with a damp cloth. "You do that."

"That bastard is going to pay for this!" Another contraction ripped through him. Huffing, Draco closed his eyes waiting for the pain to pass. As soon as it did though another started. "FUCKING BASTARD!"

Heather moved back to her original position between his legs and checked his progress. This was the fifth male pregnancy she'd had the pleasure of seeing the end of. Each time she always found it fascinating how a fertility love potion could change the male anatomy. Each man became a hermaphrodite during the nine months. First it created a uterus to incubate the fetus, followed by building a birth canal, altering the pelvis and back as it did. Everything was done so that the fetus could have a comfortable place to develop and eventually escape from. Once the child was born and the first milk drunk, the female portion of him would wither away and after a month he'd be restored to a fully functioning male.

Draco grasped the bed sheets and cursed. It was getting worse; the contractions were stronger and harder now. The urge to push was incredible; it overwhelmed him to the point where he almost gave in. He couldn't though, not unless Heather said so. But it was taking so long and he was getting tired. Why didn't the little parasite make its debut? How long was he to suffer?

"You're almost there," Heather said encouragingly. "I can see the head. The toughest part is gettin' the head out."

"No shit!" Draco tensed as another contraction claimed him. Screaming, he wished he could find Potter and wring his neck. Or better yet have him switch places right now.

"Ya need ta push Draco. Swearin' won't help much." Heather commented, pulling a tray table with items necessary cleaning off the infant and cutting the umbilical cord closer.

"It makes me feel better." Draco growled, sucking in another breath in preparation.

"Most mothers say that. Now take a deep breath an' push with this contraction." He did as she asked, letting out a high-pitched wail as he did. Heather congratulated him with an update of his progress. He wished she'd stop, her voice made him want to set her hair on fire.

"Breathe love, take a deep breath an' push. One, two, three, four, five an' let it out. Good. Now do it again," she said, focusing all her attention on the baby. As the next contraction came, Draco pushed. He felt like he was being split in half. White, hot searing pain raced through his nerves. They burned his senses and tore at his mind leaving him with one clear thought.

"Potter, you fucking bastard! I'm never letting you near me again!" Draco cried, tearing at the sheets. White knuckled, he twisted them as the contraction subsided. Starting, Heather stared wide-eyed at him. Potter? He'd just said Potter. Did he mean the Harry Potter? The 'boy who lived'? Was that whose child this was?

Draco's next scream brought her attention back to the baby. The deed was almost done. She held the head in her hands and gently worked the shoulders free.

"One more push. I need ya ta give me one more push." After four hours the baby was almost here.

Hearing her, Draco took several quick breaths as the next contraction collected itself. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pushed as soon as it started. His body screamed in agony as he did. Something ripped free inside him and he felt a sensation of relief. Moments later he heard a whimper then a wail. Taking deep breaths he let every muscle relax. It was done. He'd survived the ordeal.

Opening his eyes, Draco saw Heather wrap a dark green blanket around it. The howling continued as she brought the bundle towards him. Smiling, she looked down at the tired parent. "Congratulations, ya have a girl," she said triumphantly, holding out the now kicking irate baby for Draco to see.

For a moment he lay still, not sure if he wanted to look. What if it really was a hideous creature? If the potion allowed for the unnatural male pregnancy, who said it wouldn't create an unnatural child. For all he knew, Heather was being polite and not telling him that he'd just birthed a horrible monster. That it had three eyes, two noses or something equally frightening. Draco wasn't sure he was prepared for the sight of his daughter, but the pleased look on the midwife's face and his own curiosity prompted him too.

Propping himself on his elbows, Draco peered into the blanket. A tiny mop of black hair caught his attention. Potter's hair, she has Potter's hair, he thought, studying the newborn as she continued to cry. She was small and red from her ordeal, but Draco could tell she wasn't a monster. She appeared to be a healthy normal infant. A contraction forced him to gasp for breath. Wasn't he done with this now? The child was out and screaming. Clenching the bedding tightly, he noticed this one had not the strength of it predecessors.

"You'll continue ta have contractions until you've expulsed the placenta. That shouldna be too long though. It's all part of the process," Heather explained casually as the baby paused for breath. "Now, would ya like ta hold yer daughter?" Finding himself strangely fascinated by the tiny creature despite her volume, Draco nodded and Heather placed her in his arms. Her crying dulled to a whimper as he pulled her towards him. Resting back against the pillows, Draco moved the blanket to get a better look.

"So you're the parasite," he whispered as she opened her blue eyes. Heather snorted.

Draco's grip tightened on the baby as another contraction ridded him of the last of the birthing matter. Heather sighed, knowing that she now had to start cleaning up. Births were messy; nobody really understood that until they witnessed one. Glancing over at the new 'mother', she could tell that he was in awe of the child. That was always a good sign in her mind. Holding his daughter, Draco knew that as soon as she drank the colostrum his body would go back to how it had been nine months ago. Still, he was having difficulties believing she was real. That this baby had, until minutes ago, been inside him and now he was holding her while she drew her first breaths. For a moment he felt empty. There would be no more parasite kicking his kidneys or sitting on his bladder. Had he grown that used to it that he'd actually miss it? For some reason he knew the answer was yes and that seemed wrong. He should be glad she was out; glad she wouldn't be forcing him to wear his mother's maternity robes.

The infant quieted as she settled in his arms. Draco watched her tiny eyes begin to close as if the effort of staying awake were too much. As she sighed, a strange sense of pride and accomplishment crept through him. This was his child, his first child.

"So what do ya plan on naming her?" Heather asked, interrupting his muddled thoughts. The infant squirmed causing him to readjust how he was holding her.

"I don't know. I never thought about that." Draco peered at the head covered in black hair.

"Well, there are a lot o' good names. Rose, Tara, Candace, Mary, Juliet, Violet," she listed.

"Lily." Draco said quietly after a moment.

"Yes, Lily is a nice name." Heather agreed as she watched Draco fiddle with the blanket, rewrapping it gingerly around the child.

"It was her grandmother's name," he replied. It had been Potter's mother's name. Somehow it seemed appropriate, besides she was Potter's daughter too. She should have something of his.

"So it's to be Lily?" Heather nodded, conjuring a blank birth certificate, quill and inkbottle to her. Draco shook his head. "No, it's her middle name." Suddenly he frowned. "I don't know what would go well with it though."

"Since your name is Draco and Draco is a constellation why not we find a constellation name?" She offered setting the items on the window ledge. "Let's see there is Andromeda, Lyra, Cassiopeia, Virgo, Libra and Cygnus."

"Cassiopeia. I like that, what do you think?" He asked the baby. The infant closed her eyes completely and started suckling her fist. "Well, I like it."

"Are ya sure?" Heather inquired, wanting to be positive he was ready to commit to a name. Draco nodded. "Then I'll make out tha birth certificate." Taking up the certificate, quill and inkbottle she walked over to a small desk in the corner of the room. Standing over it, she began to fill in the appropriate lines of the certificate. "All right lad, what's her full name?"

"Cassiopeia Lily Malfoy," Draco replied firmly cradling his daughter.