A/N: Though I love the Malfoy guys very much (Tom Felton, Jason Isaacs!), sadly they do not belong to me. Neither does Harry, though he doesn't appear in this story as a corporeal being. (Neither does the world of Harry Potter). Sadly, JKR gets all the money. But she's cool, so it's okay.

By the way, Draco was "really" born on June 5th; I looked it up. :)

"My stomach gets bigger and bigger everyday. This life growing inside me just doesn't want to come out!" I shouted at a house elf.

He just bowed.

"Where is my god damned husband?" Narcissa shouted at the poor beast. She was never quite fond of house elves, but generally, Narcissa tried to be civil to them. It wasn't that she's bigoted, but they creep her out.

"Dobby doesn't know. Mr. Malfoy left with no word." Said the trembling creature. "Can Dobby do anything for Mrs. Malfoy?"

"If Lucius doesn't get here…" Her patience was being worn every day. "It's June 4th and the damn thing was supposed to come out a week ago." I yelled.

The elf must have taken offense to what she said and cringed. "Does you need Dobby to send for carriage to take you to St. Mungo's?"

He meant well.

"No, no. Thanks anyway." I said as I walked- no, waddled into the drawing room. "Just some tea."

And then he was off and gone. Just like Lucius.

He was off on another killing spree. The Dark Lord had taken him and a few others to southern England. There was a rumor that Dumbledore was gathering an alliance and they were stationed there. If Lucius came back successful, then hopefully, he'd lay off of them. After all they were going to have a child to take care of now and what would Narcissa do if her husband was killed? Or worse- caught by the Ministry of Magic!

Narcissa would be ruined! But it's not like the Dark Lord cared. He did what he pleased. Even though many more casualties were taken, there were a few Death Eaters that did get caught. Two died and four have been taken to Azkaban to have the life sucked out of them, literally. Narcissa may have not loved Lucius anymore, but she knew that she needed him to help with this baby. The damn baby that wouldn't come out!

The house elf returned soon with a cup of hot tea. Narcissa took it graciously and decided to pace the room whilst she sipped at her hot cup. The tea was soothing, but the fact that she had the head of a child pressing against her uterus and a husband who disappeared to an unknown location was enough to drive her to madness. Pacing across the hard wood floor, Narcissa finally stopped at the window. She looked outside and all that appeared was blackness...

"Oh!" she cried out. And she knew it… her water broke.

"Dobby!" She cried.

Instantaneously, the little creature appeared and bowed. "Y-yes, yes, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Dobby, I'm going to have the baby!" Narcissa cried out, half in joy and half in anxiousness.

"Should Dobby call for-"

"The carriage! No, no! Send owl to St. Mungo's. I'll go by Floo." Narcissa said heading into the living room.

"But, but Master Malfoy said Floo-"

"Well, Lucius isn't here!" She screamed as the house elf popped out of the room. "Damn Lucius…" Narcissa muttered under her breath. Once again she was here to bare everything, literally, and he was off on some escapade.

Narcissa, clutching her gaping stomach, hobbled over to the wide chimney. A low fire was burning as Narcissa scooped up some powder she had hidden in an old crack in the mantelpiece.

Lifting her hand up, Narcissa said, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

After the usual feelings associated with using Floo Powder, Narcissa came to land in St. Mungo's lobby. The famous fountain was laid before her. She watched for only a few seconds as the water washed around the statues.

"Miss?" Called an orderly in a Cockney accent. " Miss, are you Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Yes!" Narcissa said as another contraction occurred. She hadn't noticed the contractions until now. Lucius was far too much embedded in her mind to notice that her contractions were down to eight a minute.

"Where is Mr. Malfoy?" She asked, eyeing her very suspiciously.

"Off on business." Narcissa said as she transfigured a wheelchair.

Narcissa gladly sat down on it and the orderly sent the chair off to a room number. In a matter of moments, Narcissa was in the bed with a doctor there ready to assist.

"Are you ready for the Birthing Spell?" He asked.

Narcissa nodded eagerly.

"Infans edere." He muttered.

Narcissa awoke to the nurse shaking her free. "Mrs. Malfoy, we have your son." She placed it into Narcissa's hands as the newborn Draco looked up into the face of his mother.

Narcissa smiled, for as alone as she felt, she knew that it would never be that way again. The birthing was virtually painless and here, lying in her arms was this precious life.

"Name?" The nurse asked.

"What?"

"What are you naming your son?"

"Oh!" Narcissa completely forgot about that. She thought quickly for a second, and remembered that Lucius' great-grandfather's name was Draco. It meant "Dragon" in Latin. "Draco, Draco Malfoy." Narcissa told the nurse, proudly. "His name is Draco Malfoy."