Divorced

Ron's hopes of expanding his family did not go as he had hoped. When he had arrived at their home and he had approached his wife with the idea of having another child, Hermione shot him down instantly. She wouldn't even consider it. This, Ron decided, was the last straw. In his opinion, their already rocky marriage was over. After tossing some of his clothes into a bag and gathering some things for Travis, Ron walked out of his home leaving a stunned Hermione staring at the closed door.

"Malfoy!" he shouted. "Open up!" Ron had been standing outside of Malfoy Estates for nearly twenty minutes and no one had answered him.

"Alright already!" shouted Little Lucius, as he stomped over to the door of his home, jerked it open and glared at the noisy intruder. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Three fifteen in the morning, Luce. Can you get your Dad for me?" asked Ron, shifting the way he was holding his large son.

"Come in," huffed Luce, moving so that Ron and Travis could enter the house. Once they were inside and the door was warded shut, Lucius ran up the stairs towards his parents room hoping that their guest would become their problem instead of his.

"Mum, Dad, Weaselby is here with his massive spawn and they have luggage," shouted the seven year old, having to jump so that he could get onto his parents bed. Once atop the luxurious piece of furniture, Luce bounded across it, doing everything he could to shake them awake.

"Wha.." grumbled Draco, shooting upright, his hair all over his head. "What's the matter bud, did you have a bad dream?" The concerned father scooted towards his green silk pajama clad son, his arms outstretched and welcoming.

"No, Mr. Weasley and Travis are down stairs and they've brought luggage with them. It doesn't look like their just visiting," replied Lucius, settling himself in one of his favorite places, his father's lap.

"Shit," he grumbled, lifting his son up and sitting him down next to his sleeping mother. Draco had always known that she slept like a log but now he was more sure than ever. Suddenly, Draco was really glad that he had his wife had passed on shagging that evening, otherwise Lucius would have walked in on two very naked parents. "Go on back to bed, I'll see what's going on." With that said, Draco bounded out of the room without even putting a shirt on over his green silk pajama pants.

"What's the matter, Weasel," he muttered, his bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor as he entered the foyer where his guests stood waiting for him.

"I've left Hermione," whispered Ron, the tears he'd been holding back ever since shutting the door behind him, beginning to fall. Draco's jaw hit the floor, he couldn't believe Ron had left her. Seeing that his distraught friend was breaking down, Draco reached out and took the oversized three year old from him and headed down the hall.

After settling the young boy into one of the guest rooms, Draco returned to the foyer to find that Ron hadn't moved an inch, his bags were still draped haphazardly over his slumped shoulders. Draco didn't really think that Hermione would have gone for the idea of having another baby but he hadn't expected Ron to leave her over it.

"So is it over?" asked Draco, taking Ron's bags and dropping them on the floor before leading the young wizard into his "guy room". Once inside, Draco headed straight for the fully stocked bar knowing that what Ron really needed at that moment was a stiff drink.

"Do you think you and Mione will work things out?" Draco asked, rephrasing his earlier question that had remained unanswered.

"No, we're so done. She never really wanted to be a family, she didn't want to be a wife or mother. All she ever wanted was to be some brain. Some super smart woman who did things that no one expected a witch, let alone a muggle born witch, to be able to do. All the while poor Travis and me are sitting around waiting for Hermione to spend some time with us and we never get it. She's always too busy or too tired. Quite frankly I love my son too much to make him suffer through that, even if I do love his mother more than words," Ron explained, his silent tears subsiding only to be replaced with a look of anger.

"Do you think she'll fight you for Travis?" Draco asked, handing the red haired wizard a large glass of scotch.

"Why would she? She's smart enough to know that if she did and she got custody of him, she'd actually have to be around. So no, I don't think she will," he explained, guzzling down the glasses entire contents in one gulp.

"Not that I'm bothered by it or anything but why did you come here instead of going to Potter's?" Draco asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. Ron stuck out his empty glass, indicating that he wanted more scotch. Draco filled the man's glass fully understanding his need to drown his sorrows. Draco could still remember how desperate he had been to forget his troubles during his engagement party.

"Because, Ginny's there and she's Hermione's best friend. She'll understand why Mione didn't want to have another baby and she'll take her side. I figured that since you've got a house full of kids you'd understand how important they are and why I'd want another one," Ron explained, slamming down his glass before taking the entire bottle of scotch from his host.

"That make's sense," He assured. "You and Travis are welcome to stay here as long as you want to."

"Thanks, man," Ron exclaimed, the alcohol having taken affect. "I knew I could count on you."

"Another round?" Draco asked, as Ron finished off the bottle of scotch.

"Of course mate, you're several drinks behind," laughed Ron. Draco and Ron spent the remainder of the morning drinking the finest liquors that could be bought. Luckily, Draco had been smart enough to place a silencing spell on the guy room before he had gotten completely wasted, otherwise his poor family, save for maybe his wife, would have been up at an insane hour this morning. When Draco had stumbled out of the guy room after having woken up atop his air hockey table, he was greeted by the sight of his very pregnant and shocked wife holding the large expanse of pale flesh that was Travis Weasley. Once he explained everything that had happened, Artemis agreed with him, the two Weasley men could stay as long as they liked.

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It only took Ron two months to leave Malfoy Estates. Just two weeks after filing for divorce from Hermione, Ron ran into Luna Lovegood at the ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley. The two hit it off from the start. Luna adored Travis and his extra girth, she thought he was a delightful child and that his father was an extraordinary man for taking on being a single father. After dating for a month and a half Luna and Ron moved in together. Though Ron hadn't been much trouble while he stayed in their home, Artemis and Draco were excited for their lives to return to normal, especially since Artemis was currently in her eighth month of pregnancy with their fourth child and further Quidditch prodigy, that is if his father had his say.

Just three days after Ron left, Artemis was jolted awake by a shooting pain in her abdomen. Several moments after the pain subsided she realized that not only did she just experience what felt like a contraction but she was also laying in a very wet spot on the bed.

"Draco!" she exclaimed, frantically shaking her husband awake.

"What!" he shouted, his eyes darting around the room trying to find her. "What's wrong?"

"My water just broke," she whispered, her voice tinged with fear.

"Ok, I'll get you some more." Draco slung his legs over the edge of the bed and headed out of the room, his stunned wife staring at his retreating form. After he didn't return for several minutes, Artemis began to worry and she carefully walked down to the kitchen to find him. Upon entering she was faced with the rather comical sight of her husband leaning over the island with his head resting on his arm that held a glass of water. Apparently he hadn't fully awakened before coming down to the kitchen because he had managed to fall right back asleep in a very uncomfortable looking position. Gently, Artemis nudged him awake after making sure to remove the glass from his hand.

"What's the matter?" he exclaimed, shooting upright and placing his right hand on her cheek. "You okay?"

"My water broke," she declared, hoping that this time he was coherent enough to understand her, after all she knew for a fact that he knew exactly what it meant when someone's water breaks.

"You sure?" he asked. "It's too soon."

"I'm sure," she replied, handing him the overnight bag that they had gotten ready months ago. "I've flooed your parents already and they'll be here in a few minutes. Your father is going to stay with the kids until Severus get's here and then he'll come up to St. Mungo's, your mother is going straight to the hospital and she'll probably be there before us," she informed him, stepping forward so that her protruding belly was pressed up against him. "Love, I need you to wake up!"

"I'm up," he grumbled. Artemis couldn't blame him for being exhausted, ever since he had become Head of Malfoy Enterprises Draco had been working a very strenuous schedule and he had been spending many days and nights away from home due to their expanding into western markets.

"Come on, Draco," she enthused. "The sooner we get him out the sooner you get to play with him. Can you say Quidditch practice?" With that said, Draco shook the sleep from his head and headed for the door, dragging his wife behind him. Just as they made it to the foyer a very excited Lucius Malfoy stormed into he house, his long mane unusually tousled.

"Are you ever going to go into labor during a decent hour?" he asked, rushing over to his daughter-in-law and kissing her on the forehead. "Four! Who would have ever thought you'd have four children!"

"Not me," his son answered, only having planned on having three but considering every single one of them the greatest gift he could have ever been given. "But the more the merrier."

"On you get," Lucius ordered, ushering he pair out of the door just as little Lucius was coming down the stairs.

"Where are they going?" asked the little boy wiping the sleep from his eyes and bounding over to his grandfather.

"They are going to get you a new brother," said the elder Malfoy, picking the little wizard up and taking him into the sitting room.

"Don't you mean have, not get," he corrected, giving his grandfather an annoyed look.

"What?"

"I know where babies come from and I know that you have a baby you don't get a baby," snapped Luce, rolling his eyes at his grandfather's attempt at pulling one over on him.

"You just shouldn't be allowed to read... smart ass" he whispered, laying the boy down and rubbing a figure eight pattern on his back just like his parents did to get him to fall asleep. Little did Lucius and Lucius know, the retrieval of the newest Malfoy son wasn't going as well as it should. Not only had Artemis gone into labor a month early but the delivery wasn't going as well as planned. Artemis had progressed into the pushing stage very quickly but she couldn't seem to help baby Perseus in his descent. After nearly spending four hours pushing the Medi-witches began to worry. Artemis was exhausted and they could only imagine how tired the poor infant was.

"Mr. Malfoy we're going to have to ask you to leave," ordered the Medi-witch, ushering the worried father out of the delivery room.

"No... stop, what's going on?" he asked frantically, forcing his way back into the room. "Why is this taking so long and why does my wife look so ill?"

"Mr. Malfoy you have to leave... now," exclaimed the frazzled witch.

"Not until I get some answers," demanded Draco. "I'm not leaving her."

"If you love your wife and child you will leave us to do everything we can to save them both," she warned, before turning and rushing back over to the ailing witch.

"Mum," Draco exclaimed, rushing into the waiting area, hoping that maybe his mother could explain to him just what was going on.

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