(A/N) woot yeah happy ppl are liking it thus far, and here's another chapter cranked it out in 2 hours, its insane how fast things can get done when the mood strikes you. Anyway here ya go.

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When Draco got to the gates entering his parents home, he had a brief moment where he wanted to just turn around and just go home. But no he was a Malfoy he could take this, it was only his mother he wasn't afraid of her. He pushed the gates open and walked up the path to the large house, as he got closer he gripped Constantine tighter breathing deeply.

Soon he was at the front door, looking at the ugly silver knocker in the middle of the door staring at him. He looked at Constantine who was quite content to pull at Draco's collar, and took a deep breath raising his hand using the heavy silver to bang on the door. Soon Narcissia appeared at the door dressed in her usual expensive looking gowns, and looked at Draco smiling, then to the baby in her son's hands.

Suddenly a puzzled look appeared on her perfect face, "Why Draco who is this handsome young man?"

"Mother I would like you to meet your grandson." Draco said slowly with a smile, but watching his mother's face close for a bad reaction.

She looked between the baby, and her son raising an elegant eyebrow, "Well then Draco it looks like you have been keeping things from me haven't you?" She paused taking hold of the child, "He is definitely looks to be a Malfoy." She said giving a approving look to the baby in her hands, "Now come inside we're not peasants, we don't talk in door ways."

She walked into the house carrying Constantine to the sitting room. Draco followed his mother shutting the door behind him as he entered the house. When he got to the sitting room his mother was sitting in a arm chair looking at the baby more closely. He took a seat on a stool in front of his mother.

"What gorgeous green eyes he has, what is his name Draco?" She asked holding the baby close to her.

"His Name is Constantine Stephen." Draco said pulling his leather bag off from around his chest.

"Oh that's a lovely name," she looked from the baby to her son, "Who is the mother my dear?"

"I meet her before I had moved out." He paused.

"Oh, is that where you went when you snuck off from the house?" the blonde woman asked smiling.

"Yes." he lied, "Well she didn't live here she lived in France, and I went to visit her after she went back and found out she was with child." He paused. "Well I stayed with her till she got sick, and they had to deliver him earlier then was planed. He ended up fine and heathy after a rough start, but sadly she didn't live past the delivery." Draco looked down sadly, he had rehearsed that till it was branded into his mind, and prayed his mother believed it.

After a moment of silence she spoke, "Well that had to of been terrible for you my dear." She reached a hand out on her son's shoulder. He squeezed the hand looking back at her giving a slight smile.

"It was mother, but at least I have Constantine from the tragedy." He honestly did feel his heart tighten up after he said that. He looked into the green eyes of Constantine, and felt his eyes sting slightly. He cleared his throat forcing a smile, "Well mother do you approve of him?"

"Of course he looks perfect, though I have to ask." she paused looking stern all of a sudden, "His mother, was she a pure blood?"

"Of course mother." He said reaching her same stern tone.

"Well wonderful," she was smiling again, "I'll have to write your father of this."

"Oh yes father, how is he?" Draco asked intently, trying to push the worried thought from his mind of what his father would have to say about Constantine.

"He's fine though I don't understand how they think people like him should be held in such ghastly conditions." She said with a note of disdain to her voice.

"Is there any more news of when he might get out?" Draco asked taking Constantine from his mother.

"I'm not sure we're trying everything, but we don't know for sure yet if he will be able to get out even." she said sadly getting up, "Tea?"

"Oh yes thank you." Draco said politely standing as well, "I'm going to go put him down for a nap alright."

"Vary well, I'll be out in the garden when you come back down." she smiled turning to a house elf, and began giving it instruction of the tea.

Draco headed up stairs to his old room, opening the door, it still looked the same. He walked the distance to the large bed laying the tired baby on his back on the bed, an pulled two of the feather pillows down to each side of the baby so he wouldn't roll or wiggle off the large bed. After a moment of stroking the baby's head, he finally fell asleep. Draco got up looking around the room still looking the same though something on the dresser caught his attention. He mover to the dark polished dresser, it was that empty frame still on his dresser still where he a had put it so many months ago.

His hands seemed to move of their own accord to a drawer pulling it open it still had his old clothes in it, moving the clothes he saw the photo still in it's spot. He picked it up running a fingure over Harry's smiling face, he looked into the mirror seeing the Constantine sleeping on the bed. Looking back at the photo smiling slightly he tucked the picture into his jacket pocket, and left quietly from the room to join his mother in the garden for tea.

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Now two years later and the anniversary of Harry's death is once again upon Draco. He once again takes Constantine too uncle 'won' and aunt 'ermyne' as Constantine would say.

"Thank you for watching him for me." Draco said as he left his son with the Weasleys once again.

"It's no bother take as long as you want Draco." Hermione said

"Be good Constantine." Draco said waving to the blonde boy.

"Bye" Constantine said waving his own hand wildly.

He started walking to the graveyard not rushing to get anywhere, but not really wanting to go there either. It felt like it took for ever to get there, but he walked slowly still threw the tomb stones till he approached the familiar stone marker. Kneeling down on the now grassy grave, tossing some old flowers off the grave, and conjuring his own fresh ones laying them in front of the stone.

"Another year with out you, and I still miss you as much as the day you left." he paused tracing the name softly, "He can count now, and he knows his colours. He even can name animals, even if the name doesn't sound exactly right. He's smart, he gets that from me you know." He grinned to himself, "It doesn't seem right that he'll never know you, any better then what he'll learn in magical history, but I'll tell him one day when he's old enough." His eyes started to sting,

"For the love of everything, why did you have to go?" he rubbed his eyes not wanting to cry, "I know I always say this but I feel so foolish in not telling you. I know I should have told you, you had the right to know and I'll never forgive myself for depriving you of one thing that would have made you happy." now the tears were coming and he could do nothing for it, "and now I feel like, like im being punished now for it. I am raising our child alone, and having to know that you never knew he existed." he paused trying to force his breath to calm,

"He is the lucky one in this even if it is a twisted way of being lucky, but he will never know you and how can you miss some one you never knew. How can you love some one you never even met, I just hope it some how gets easier. I hope the pain lessens cause I know if it wasn't for Constantine I would have probably joined you by now." He took some deep breaths letting his body calm down before he continued,

"He's starting to show signs of inheriting your wild hair, no matter how hard I try I cant get it to lay flat, and the fact that its blonde makes it look even more ridiculous, I just hope he grows into it like you did with yours, then I'll have to keep him locked up from the girls. Cause you know he's going to be handsome when he gets older." Draco smiled at this and sadly looked back at the tombstone, "I love you still, Harry." he said standing, "I'll be back soon."

Draco said sadly to the marker. He made his way out of the grave yard, and headed to a pub nearby he found it was easier to go home after he had a drink or two. It calmed him down, and took his mind off of things at least for a while. While he was sitting to the bar nursing his drink a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Well if it isn't Draco Malfoy." The voice said smoothly. Draco turned around quickly meting his old friends gaze,

"Hello Blaise how are you?" Draco asked holding his hand out to the other.

"Oh I'm fine, back from Germany lovely place." the darker young man said gripping Draco's hand shaking it, "Do you mind if I join you Malfoy?"

"Of course not have a seat." Draco said turning back around to the bar, Zabini sat next to him, "I'll have what ever he's having." he said to the barkeep signaling to Draco's glass. "So what have you been up to lately?" Blaise asked taking the drink from the barkeep.

"Nothing much really moved out of my parents home, raising a child alone." Draco said sounding slightly more agitated then meaning to.

"You have a child?" Blaise asked sounding shocked.

"Yeah a boy Constantine, he's two." Draco said smiling slightly.

"So who's the mother please tell me it isn't Pansy." He tired to joke.

"Oh god no," he laughed a little, "I'm a single parent." Draco said downing the rest of his drink in a large gulp and signaling for another.

"I see," Blaise taking a rather generous swig of his own drink.

After a moment of silence Zabini broke the quiet, "Do you want to go sit over there." He signaled to a both in the corner.

"Yes why not." He smiled apparently starting to feel slightly drunk.

When they sat down quiet engulfed them once again, but this time it felt different to Draco it seemed more anxious, then just quiet. He turned to Blaise to say something, but the darker young man captured Draco's mouth in a intense kiss. Draco tried to pull back but liquor stole his coordination from him, but when Blaise forced the blonde's mouth open his fighting eased, and was debating weather to kiss the other man back or not. Soon flashes of Harry went threw his mind, and he pulled sharply from Zanbini,

"I can't do this." he panted.

"Sorry Malfoy." Zanbini said drinking the rest of his drink, giving Draco a apologetic smile.

"I think I should go," Draco said standing up, "See you around Blaise."

"Bye Malfoy." the other said looking at the table.

Malfoy moved quickly out of the pub, letting the warm night air sober his mind slightly. God that was his first kiss since the one Harry gave him before he died. Oh he knew then that he wasn't ever going to be able to move on from him and Harry. There was no more room in his heart except for Constantine, and his memory of Harry.

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(A/N) ok now I know you guys didn't see that coming and honestly neither did I its all Jade's fault no not really. But it did drive a point home though didn't it? Yeah I know this chapter was just angst covered wasn't it, but that's how I like it. lol anyway hope you all liked it, and I'm honestly shocked how fast this came out.

Jade- and here's another chapter for ya. I know I told you, you could read threw it first but I had to post it sorry. Here have a life size Constantinedoll as a peace offering

badluck-ngprog- im happy your liking this, and this is a good example of why I said what I did in my email. moments of insane writing and needing to post them for you wonderful ppl.

Under finger and thumb- ummm im going to say no to stealing the boys, so have this Constantine doll it should be just as good I hope. Well I hope you liked this chapter.

Roughislandsunsrise- well your just going to have to wait to find that out, and it isn't Narcissia you have to worry about it Lucius. Haha

Teri- here's another chapter for you enjoy. :D