Looking upon the lesser of the two evils, Blaise Zabini turned beet red. "NO!", he shrieked in horror. "I'm just here, because of my duties as Medea's godfather!"

This simple statement caused a new little tumult, but the notary-wizard finally had enough: "QUIET! - The father and by law the rightful guardian of the three children here, is Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy!"

Everybody was standing and furiously shouting or discussing this topic.

He had just given the information to the Order. The warning of the final battle. The member's of the Order had been as nice and grateful as always towards him, but he didn't mind. He didn't want to safe their pathetic lifes, but that of his family… or soon to be family – hopefully.

He looked at the small ring in his hand. So simple, but yet so beautiful. A platinum band in the shape of a merging Snake and Lion, with a small diamond where their mouths met.

When she opened the front door to their little secret-house, he felt funny… the first time in his life he didn't know what to do.

"So, tomorrow they'll attack!"

It was more a statement, but he nodded nevertheless.

"Be careful!"

He nodded again. He couldn't speak. He just held the ring up, for her to see.

She was shocked, he could read it in her eyes. Then, suddenly she smiled. One of her full-face, blow-away, warm and sparkling smiles and he just hoped that she too, could read everything - he wanted to say, but didn't know how to - in his eyes.

This night they didn't have sex – they made love!

… and in the morning of the final battle, they wrote their testament.

"Hey Draco, snap out of it."

"What?" he spat.

"You just received full custody!"

Draco lifted his head and his eyes looked upon the turmoil before him. When he stood up, he looked as cold and stoic as ever.

He strode down the rows towards the children - his children – who were the only ones left to remind him of Her.

Before he could reach them, Ron jumped in his way, wand drawn and fuming with rage. "Where is the proof that this letter is no fake? Where is the proof, that they are really his children and this is not just some plan he cooked up with his Death Eater pals!" he seethed through clenched teeth.

Draco just laughed cruelly and his cold silver eyes bore into Ron's.

"Look Weasley I believe you may be stupid, but you surely can't be thatstupid! Their birth certificates are proof enough and if you should ever be so clever to take a good look at them, you would see that there is really no need to ask , if I'm their father!"

And with that said, he just pushed the baffled wizard out of his way.

He scrutinized them; the two boys and the little girl. He was their father, she had made sure that they knew and even though he had visited often, after Krum's death, he had never talked to them, so now he was quite lost about what to do and say…

"Dad!"

The sobbing Medea threw herself at her father, who carefully scooped her up into his arms. He looked down at the two boys.

"Chin up, boys, you are Malfoys!"

He turned on the heel and stalked with a dignity, you wouldn't expect from somebody with a crying little girl in the arms, up the aisle towards the door.

"Come on boys, let's go! – Good day."

Dragan and Blake followed their father, copying his self-confidence.

But it seemed as if Ronald Weasley wasn't finished yet and so he jumped in Draco's way.

"I don't believe She would have ever been with somebody like You voluntarily!"

Draco's silver orbs glittered dangerously.

"What are you implying Weasel?"

"I'm not implying anything, it's obvious! Just admit it, you raped her, put her under the Imperius course or gave her some illegal potion!"

"You know, Weasel, just because you must rely onto these methods doesn't mean that I have too!"

Ron's facial colour was now a bright tomato red that clashed horrible with his hair. He seethed with anger.

"Maybe after all these years, you should accept, that She decided against you!"

Draco grinned in victory.

"What do You know Malfoy! You probably don't even know how the word 'love' is spelled correctly!"

"Oh Weasel, quit lying to yourself and get over it. She never loved you!"

Ron was boiling by now, but that didn't stop Draco from taunting him more.

"You know Weasel, She loooooooved meee!", he cooed.

Now Ron had reached his boiling point and Harry had to jump in, to stop him from pounding the smirk off of Draco's face.

Harry pulled Ron in the row behind them and positioned himself between Ron and the Malfoys. Ron's feelings towards Her, always were a sensitive subject and even now, although She was dead, he still seemed to be obsessed with her.

He watched Draco with the boys in tow, exit the room.

How he hated that bastard! Even though he was off the hook, since the ministry believed him, after he came and told them, that he wanted to change sides and become a spy, Harry believed it was his fault that She was dead. He was the only one of the other side, who knew where the Orders Headquarters were. In his opinion, he led the death eaters directly to Grimmauld Place.

He didn't want to have anything to do with Malfoy and therefore not with the children either. She betrayed him and Ron, by fraternizing with the enemy, with Malfoy! He didn't want to have anything to do with them or any offsprings of theirs… even if one was his Godson.