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XXXXX SEPTEMBER 9TH 1989 XXXXX

"Lucius! Please, please stay! I-I need you," a very pregnant Narcissia Malfoy begged. Lucius regarded his wife for a moment.

"Don't be weak woman," he snarled. "You, OUT!" he screamed at the two present house elves, they scattered immediately. Lucius sneered at his wife one last time before throwing off the lights and leaving Narcissia completely alone. Alone, and giving birth to their first child.

'And last' she thought. 'There in NO WAY I am going to do this for him again'

Suddenly an indescribably painful contraction ripped through her body.

"SHIT!" she screamed, so unlike a Malfoy. Though, at the moment, being a "Malfoy" was the least of her worries.

'...Wait...'

'...So that's why he told the...'

'...Does that mean...'

'...Could he—'

"FUCKING SHIT!" she screamed.

'...It's possible...'

'Did he tell the elves to leave because he knew that I would begin acting un-Malfoy like in "public" and then have to kill me? Perhaps he did care for—'

"MERLIN DAMNIT!"

And so the pain continued, Narcissia Black-Malfoy sat through seven and a half hours of childbirth. Some of the curses she came out with, she wasn't sure THE DARK LORD knew of. And so it finally ended with an anti-climatic push and an almost unheard cry. How. Fitting. Leave it to a Malfoy.

Narcissia sighed and took a shot at the difficult task of moving. When that proved to be fruitless, she grabbed the spare wand from underneath her pillow and levitated the small child to her.

Oh, she was beautiful, with her dark, obsidian eyes and her nice dark hair...Wait...

HER?

DARK EYES?

DARK HAIR?

"Oh. Shit. Lucius is going to KILL me. Uhh, what do I do, what do I do!" Narcissia panicked. First of all, the child was not Lucius'. Second, the child was a girl. WONDERFUL! Just peachy...

"What am I going to do?" she sobbed. Suddenly, the child giggled. Now most of you think it is impossible for a child to even smile when they are born, but this child is a Malfoy, a different brood. They could probably walk within three days of birth if they really wanted to.

Narcissia regarded the young child again (whom she had pushed aside moments before in disgust of herself.) For some odd reason, the child was suddenly a boy! And had blonde hair!

"Oh! Thank Merlin! It was only a delusion! Okay, he won't kill me then," she smiled at the baby... who gave her a weird look. Before her eyes, the child turned back into the beautiful girl with black hair and nearly-black eyes. Then back again!

"...Oh, my baby!" she whispered. "My clever, clever baby! How did you ever know?" she asked, tears streaming down her face. The child turned back into the girl and giggled.

"I planned on naming you Draco Malfoy, in remembrance of your late grandfather. So I shall. HOWEVER, when it is only you and I, you will be called... Dracelle... Yes! Perfect! How do you like Dracelle child?"

The baby giggled again and kicked her adorable little feet. Her mother picked her up lovingly and snuggled into her (still gory) chin. She pulled back (with gore now on her nose) and looked at her baby with an expression only a mother could have after nine long months of carrying said child. The child —Dracelle— Wrinkled up her cute button nose and sniffed. A look of confusion passed on her face as her chest began to heave; she looked at her mother for help, then—

"Achoo!" came her adorable wittle sneeze! The baby blinked twice, as if trying to figure out what had just happened. When she realized no harm had been done, she giggled and clapped her hands together.

Suddenly the room's doors were flung open... And baby "Draco" appeared again.

"Well, woman?" Lucius Malfoy snarled. Narcissia looked terrified at first, but when she regarded the baby she realized the little bugger had turned back into her darling little boy.

"H-His name is Draco, sir," she replied shakily.

"Good! Damn right it should be," he snarled, but a trace of a smile graced his lips. "Well, what are you waiting for woman? Get him cleaned up already!" Lucius snarled.

"Okay sir," she replied. Lucius left, slamming the door harshly.

'Funny, he didn't slam the door earlier...' and then she went to cleaning the baby. As soon as Lucius left the room her darling little girl reappeared.

"What am I going to tell Severus, love?" she asked the baby quietly as she cleaned her. The baby cooed at her mother in comfort, it'll be okay, after all!