Little Seeker

For nearly an hour and a half Draco, Narcissa and Lucius, who arrived just after Draco was removed from the delivery room, waited to hear news of how things were progressing with his wife and unborn son. Usually the waiting room was home to excited family members bustling about eagerly awaiting the arrival of the newest Malfoy, but this time they sat silently praying for someone to come out of the delivery room with good news. The longer he was forced to wait the sicker he began to look. Draco wasn't taking being in the dark very well. Nearly every ten to fifteen minutes more and more people would rush down to the delivery room, pop inside and rush back out. The sight of this was even worse than not knowing what was going on, clearly something terrible was happening. Draco wanted nothing more than for someone to put him out of his misery. Just when he thought that he couldn't take it anymore the medi-witch exited the delivery room.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy it looks like everything is going to be okay," she beamed, smoothing down her grayed and ruffled hair. "Your wife is doing much better and your son is doing well. If you'd like you can go inside and see them."

"What was wrong?" Draco asked, as the color began returning to his face.

"The baby had gotten tangled in the umbilical cord which was preventing him for descending. Luckily, it hadn't gotten wrapped around his neck, thanks to his deciding to come out feet first. If he had come out head first like they usually do, I fear that we wouldn't have any good news for you." The medi-witch led Draco back into the delivery room so that he could see for himself that things had gotten better. They hadn't meant to be rude when they ordered him out but father's tended to get in the way during stressful situations and they hadn't had anytime to waste on his questions.

"Merlin love, you look like hell," joked Artemis, as she took in her husband's haggard appearance. He looked exhausted.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, kneeling down next to her bed so that he could see his son that lay bundled up in his mother's arms.

"I'm good. He looks just like his brother, doesn't he?" she observed, toying with the tiny baby's hand. Since he was still a month premature, the little boy was smaller than he ought to be, however the nurses all assured her that he was healthy.

"Yes, he does," Draco sighed, relief washing over him. You'd think that the more times they did this the easier it would get, but for Artemis and Draco it seemed the opposite was true. "Can I hold him?" Artemis nodded and handed the tiny bundle over to his father.

"Hey there, my little seeker," Draco cooed, placing light kisses all over his son's tiny face. This was quite possibly his favorite part; getting to hold and kiss his child for the first time, nothing compared to that. "He'll pull off Perseus Jeremiah splendidly."

"Yes, I think you're right," she agreed, lying her head back on the pillows and closing her eyes.

"Sounds like a seekers name," he replied. Artemis lost it, she couldn't believe that he was already starting with this Quidditch player business.

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With Malfoy Enterprises expanding to the US market, Draco spent more and more time away from Malfoy Estates. Luckily, Artemis had a lot of people close by who were eager to help the new mother with anything she needed, not to mention the six house elves who worked at the house. If it hadn't been for their help the poor mother would have broken down under the stress of having four children to take care of. As it was, Lucius and the girls proved to be very helpful with Perseus Jeremiah or PJ as everyone liked to call him. To Ophelia and Hero their new brother was a living breathing doll that existed solely to serve as their plaything, while Lucius used his brother to practice his levitation charms much to his mother's frustration.

When Draco mentioned to his father that he planned on taking on the western market, Lucius' retirement came to a screeching halt even though his child was to be born in just three months. Draco had only told his father of his plans because he thought he would be proud, not because he wanted his assistance. Try as he might Draco couldn't get his father to butt out. It wasn't until Narcissa went into to labor that he finally called it quits. Right in the middle of a meeting with the head of the New York firm that Draco was taking over, Narcissa summoned Lucius using the two way mirror and told him to get to St. Mungos. Without even saying goodbye to their associates Lucius relinquished his position... again, and bid his son farewell before apparating to the hospital. Just twenty-four hours later Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy welcomed their daughter, Destiny into the world. Just like when Artemis gave birth, the waiting room was full of their friends and family, all eager to meet the new child. When Artemis first saw her sister-in-law she couldn't help but notice just how much she resembled her older brother, it certainly didn't help that Draco was holding her when Artemis first peaked at the child, either.

Everyone always said that Draco spoiled his children and that was true, five month old PJ was given everything his tiny little heart could desire, but nothing he did could ever compare to the enormous amount of presents bestowed upon Destiny by her father. It was as if Lucius was compensating for the lack of affection he gave Draco with presents for the young man's sister. Regardless, Draco was thrilled to be a brother and even more thrilled that his father was able to enjoy being a father this time around, even if it wasn't to his own benefit.

Thanks to the company's expansion Draco was spending, on average, three nights a week away from home so Artemis was still responsible for the day to day care of their four children. When Draco was home he made good use of his time. If he wasn't shacking up with the misses, he was either listening to Lucius go on and on about the newest potion Severus had taught him or playing tea party with his daughters. This proved to be a most mortifying event as Blaise Zabini happened to bring his daughter over to play at the precise moment Draco was wearing a big floppy hat and a pearl necklace and answering to the alias Mrs. Butterbridge (this was Hero's idea). Unfortunately, Blaise had taken to carrying a camera around to ensure that he caught all of the cute things his daughter did and he made sure that he took several embarrassing photos of the strangely dressed young father which he later used to bribe him into babysitting.

Perhaps Draco favorite thing to do when he was home was to read his Quidditch books to PJ. Draco was doing everything he possibly could to ensure that his youngest son would love the sport that he held in such high regard, even if it meant decorating his nursery with a Quidditch theme and covering the boy in Quidditch inspired clothing. It seemed that Draco's attempts at brainwashing his son into loving Quidditch were working. On his son's first birthday he set a tiny cauldron and a tiny seeker's broom next to the boy and allowed him to pick his present. When his son grasped the broom's wooden handle Draco nearly wet his pants with excitement. His plan was officially beginning to work.

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Draco's takeover of the New York based textile firm took nearly a year and a half to complete. The owner of the company continually refused to sell until he realized that not only was Malfoy Enterprise going to persist in their attempts but that they would never be able to compete with so powerful and financially sound an institution. It only took four months after taking the firm over for Draco to have the company up and running. This was a good thing, as PJ was entering the terrible two's and he was a force to be reckoned with. Lucius and the girls had both been quite a handful when they entered this stage in their development but they were nothing compared to PJ. Draco made the mistake of giving the boy a toy broom for his first birthday. Unfortunately this toy broom was just like a real broom except it didn't go higher than a foot off of the ground nor did it go over five miles per hour. The problem was that even so slow a broom gave the toddler a great deal of power over his parents as they could hardly ever find him. Were it not for Dobby and his wonderful elf senses, chances are they would have had to call the auror's in to find PJ on several occasions.

"Draco you didn't get him another broom did you?" asked Artemis, as she wrapped one of PJ's birthday presents as his second birthday party was just days away. Recently, PJ had accidentally dropped his broom next to the fireplace and it caught fire. She hoped more than anything that her husband hadn't replaced it.

"Of course I did," he laughed, unable to fathom how she could possible expect their son to become a decent seeker if he didn't learn how to handle a broom.

"I want a divorce," she moaned, sliding down the length of the bed. She was getting really tired of chasing that boy on that damn broom.

"Tough, you're stuck with me," Draco replied, pulling her back up to the top of the bed and rolling her over. For several moment's they just stared at each other, neither saying a word. "You look like you've got something to say."

"I want another baby," she blurted out.

"Already?" Draco asked, dumbfounded by her request.

"Yes, already. I think I like being pregnant," she explained. It wasn't so much that Artemis enjoyed being unusually large and achy, it was more that she liked what came at the end of his discomfort. She loved being a mother.

"I think we should talk to the medi-witch first," her husband replied, getting from atop his wife.

"Why?" she whined, pulling him back down.

"You scared the shit out of me last time. I though you and PJ were going to die. I'm not getting you pregnant until I've been assured that you'll both make it." Draco once again got up from lying atop his wife and sat at the end of the bed.

"But I want another baby, now," she demanded.

"Well tough shit. You need my penis in order to get pregnant and I'm not letting you anywhere near it until the medi-witch tells me everything will be okay," he argued, standing up and moving further away. He knew how Artemis reacted when she didn't get her way and he didn't want to be within hitting range when she realized he wasn't joking.

"Fine," she pouted, plopping against the pillows.

"Glad you see it my way," he replied, taking his seat again. "Well go to St. Mungo's tomorrow."

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"Artemis, Perseus' birth put a lot of stress on your body and I don't think now would be a good time for you to put yourself through it again. The female body, though very strong and dependable, can be very delicate when placed under certain circumstances. Your body needs time to heal," the medi-witch informed the young couple sadly.

"What?" Artemis exclaimed, "You said I was fine!"

"I said that everything would be okay. I didn't say that you wouldn't have to take some time to recuperate," the old witch clarified.

"Let's go," Artemis grumbled, grabbing her bag and storming out of the door leaving the medi-witch and her husband stunned. Artemis never took not getting her way very well and this time was no exception.

"Thank you," Draco whispered, before following his wife down the corridor. He knew that Artemis was going to be in a bad mood for a while but he hoped that eventually she would understand. It wasn't that he didn't want to have anymore children in fact it was quite the opposite, he just didn't want to lose his wife in the process.

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THIS IS THE REVISED VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER. THANKS FOR POINTING THAT RATHER MASSIVE ERROR OUT. YOU'D THINK THAT WITH AN OUTLINE I WOULDN'T MAKE STUPID MISTAKES LIKE THAT. OOPS : (

THANKS AGAIN FOR LETTING ME KNOW : )