Seven years later
"Despite everything, you still managed to be your father's son," Narcissa said, as she held Draco's hand.
It was uncanny the resemblance between Mrs. Malfoy and her son, they both had the same angular features and their small and pale frames nearly blended in with the white walls of the waiting room at St. Mungo's.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, as he nervously looked at his watch.
"With Ginevra," Narcissa replied with a small smile, as she watched her son nervously fidget in his seat.
"Where is everyone, did Blaise not floo them?" Draco mumbled to himself, looking around the small ward.
"Despite your father's many faults, there was one thing we both agreed upon," Narcissa continued, trying to sooth her son's tension.
"And what's that?" Draco asked harshly.
He and his mother had barely spoken about his father since he was sent to Azkaban with the other death eaters during the end of the war 7 years ago, and it seemed almost comical that his mother would choose now to bring him up.
"Blood status Draco, we both believe that the amount of gold in Gringotts and maintaining a pure blood line is the key to succeeding in this world," Narcissa answered proudly.
"Mother-"
"I'll admit when you first married Ginevra Weasley no one feared for our fortune more than me. Then I spoke with your father-"
"You went to Azkaban?" Draco asked, disgusted as he dropped his mother's hand.
"The Minister allowed it, we needed to sign the Malfoy estate over, as there was no clause for when the heir was sentenced to life in Azkaban," Narcissa responded.
"Fine so father signed the estate over, but it's none of his concern what I do with my life. Ginevra and I don't need his money, we have family, and that is so much more important," Draco responded.
"I'm glad you feel that way Draco, because Lucius told me something, a bit of information he's been holding onto from Bellatrix, to keep him sane," Narcissa spoke.
"You of all people cannot feel sorry for him mother," Draco urged, turning to face his mother.
"Of course not," she replied, reaching for his hands, "he deserves to be in there more than most," she reassured her son.
"Fine, then what's wrong mother?" Draco asked.
After everything he has sacrificed in the past, becoming a death eater, and nearly losing the love of his life to secure his mother's happiness, he couldn't stand to see her sad. Not when they were waiting on the arrival of someone who would make this the happiest day of his life.
"He told me that Ginevra was adopted," Narcissa whispered, looking around to make sure they weren't overheard.
"Mother, I know. Ginny found out shortly after we joined Voldemort," Draco sighed, relieved that his mother's worries were over something she thought he didn't know.
"Yes but her father, her family-"
"Mother, she doesn't know, not even her parents know, and despite everything I think it's safe to say that the Weasley's are her real family," Draco laughed patting his mother on the shoulder as he stood up to pace the small wing.
"Draco, her father was Morfin Graunt," Nacrissa whispered urgently.
"How do you kn-"
"She's the last remaining descendent of Salazar Slytherin," she finished.
Draco stood there frozen in place as he watched excitement wash over his mother's usual blank face.
"I hope we're not too late!" Ron Weasley's voice called, as he along with a cluster of ginger hair people ran into the maternity ward.
"Did Ginny have the baby yet?" Mrs. Weasley called, as she pushed to the front of the crowd out of breath.
"Sorry it took us a while to round everyone up," Hermione grinned, as she and Blaise stepped into the hall.
"Draco what's wrong?" Blaise asked, seeing his best friends face. "Is it the baby? Is Ginny alright?" Blaise asked, his dark face paling.
"No-no, she's fine, the babies fine-" Draco responded.
"It's better than fine," Narcissa beamed standing up from the chair. "In fact Ginny's baby is about to be the best thing that ever happened to this family," Nacrissa smiled.
Stay tuned for the final installment