Happenstance

Chapter 11: She's Not Your Wife

Draco had taken two weeks off when he and Luna decided to move in together, and after one week of living at Lovegood Estate, the pair were finally able to move into Draco's new house. This gave them one week to get used to their new living arrangement. Unfortunately, Draco had spent this time lying about, doing mostly nothing and demanding that Luna prepare his meals when and how he liked then, whilst absolutely refusing to clean up after himself. But Luna knew exactly what he was up to. There was no way that one person could be so unbelievingly obnoxious and lazy without trying. Draco Malfoy was trying to prove to Luna that they needed a house elf to attend to his every whim. Her knowledge of Draco's intentions to sway her decision didn't lessen his ability to grate her nerves, but it did give her the additional resolve she needed to avoid giving in.

After spending her days cleaning up the disasters that Draco had managed to make, Luna was in desperate need of an outlet for her stress. That was when she decided to return to a hobby she had long since abandoned. Painting. Towards the rear of the house was a room that had not been touched by the decorators. It had the most spectacular view of the entire house and Luna thought that it would make a perfect art room. After discussing it with Draco and him agreeing that she was more than welcome to use the room, Luna owled her father and asked him to watch Landon for a couple of hours since Draco already had plans to meet with his friends for lunch. Mr. Lovegood agreed, excited to see the baby, so once she had gathered up Landon's necessities, she took him over to her father's house so that she could go and get her art supplies.

While Luna shopped for paints and what not, Draco waited for Blaise and Goyle to meet him at their favorite restaurant for lunch. As usual, the pair were late, a habit of theirs that annoyed the always punctual Draco, to no end. Once they did arrive and their orders had been placed, the trio were able to catch up with one another, as they hadn't met up since Draco found out about Landon. In retrospect, Draco couldn't believe that it had only been two weeks since he'd discovered the existence of his child. It seemed like it had been ages. Both Goyle and Blaise had owled him when they read about their best friends surprise fatherhood on the front page of the Prophet. They were stunned to find out that Draco had bedded Luna Lovegood and hadn't even mentioned it. It was an unspoken rule within their circle, that you were required to shag and tell. In fact, Draco was the one responsible for their mandatory exploit sharing, so it was quite unexpected for him to ignore his own rule.

"Luna Lovegood!" Blaise exclaimed, suddenly, the topic of their conversation shifting from the latest Quidditch roster to Draco's new familial situation. "When the fuck did that happen?"

"Not that its any of your business, but the night before we left school," Draco informed them, nonchalantly. "And before you ask, I didn't tell you because it was her first time and I didn't think she'd appreciate that, and she'd had a really shitty day."

"Just about every other girl you shagged was a virgin before they crossed your path and it never stopped you from telling us about them," Blaise reminded him, just as their food was arriving.

"This time... I don't know, something was just different," Draco explained, hoping they'd understand.

"Draco Malfoy, I believe you're going soft," Goyle joked, tearing into his enormous steak. "But if you say its different than I'll take your word for it, even if I do think you're full of shit."

"So, what's it like?' Blaise asked, curiously. "Being a Dad and all?"

"It's bloody well fantastic," the new father enthused. "I always knew that I wanted to have kids. I mean, it's nott like it was for my Dad; I didn't think of it as my duty to the Malfoy line. I always wanted to be Daddy, not Father," he said, mocking the way Lucius had always made him say Father. Draco couldn't recall ever having been allowed to address his father as Dad or Daddy. Lucius didn't think it was a very masculine thing to say. That's probably one of the reason's why Draco had always wanted a daughter so badly. "I planned on waiting a while before I had kids, but now that I have one, I'm kind of glad that I didn't. I guess you could say Landon was a happy accident."

"Happenstance," Goyle said, unexpectedly.

"What?" Both Draco and Blaise asked, confused by his interjection.

"Happenstance," Goyle repeated. "A happy accident, coincidence."

"That's a big word for you," Blaise laughed.

"Shut up," Goyle said, rolling him eyes. "So, are you two getting married or something?"

"That remains to be seen," the blonde replied, picking at his roasted chicken. Greggory didn't know it, but he'd hit a bit of a sore spot. From day one, Draco had been willing to marry Luna and she'd turned him down the moment he'd mentioned it. "We're just living together right now. Otherwise, I'd only see Lanny a couple of times a week."

"You know what?" Blaise said. Draco could practically see the gears in the young mans head spinning as he, no doubt, hatched up some clever scheme. "Chicks dig babies. We could get so much ass if we took him out without his Mum. You think I could borrow him next weekend?" Apparently, Blaise was ignoring the fact that he was black and Landon was very white. In fact, between Luna's fair skin and Draco's fair skin, Landon was damn well near pasty.

"Sure," Draco said, shrugging his shoulder. "I'll just have to run that past my wife first."

"Your wife?" Blaise asked, a knowing smile on his face.

"My what?" Draco asked, confused. "You know I'm not married."

"But you just said you'd have to ask your wife?"

"I did not," Draco denied.

"Yes, you did," Blaise argued.

"You did, mate," Goyle agreed.

"I did not, you morons," Draco snapped, busying himself with eating his lunch. He knew damn well that he'd called Luna his wife but he wasn't about to admit that. Deciding to change the subject, Draco asked Blaise and Goyle what they thought of nursing. Granted, he'd finally stopped running from the room when Luna would try to feed Landon, he was still kind of uncomfortable with it.

"My Mum says it's a beautiful, natural thing that brings mother and child closer together," Blaise replied, a knowing smirk on his face. Blaise knew that Draco would more than likely be weirded out by the sight of his son nursing. He too had found it odd when his mother nursed his little sister, but after hearing his Mum go on and on about how wonderful it was, Blaise had gotten over it. "It's a unique bonding experience that father's will never know the joy of."

"Now you're just mocking me and I don't appreciate," Draco said, unable to control his laughter. "Its kind of weird to see him so familiar with her hidden bits. I mean, I'm familiar with them and that had a little something to do with his being conceived. So, its just odd."

"He's eating Malfoy," Goyle scoffed, not seeing how Draco was connecting nursing a baby to sex. "There's nothing sexual about it. And for you to make that association... well, let's just say it's gross."

"Isn't there any other way for him to eat?" Draco asked, unable to move past the awkwardness of it all.

"Yeah, of course," replied Blaise. "Muggles came up with this thing called a breast pump a long time ago. It draws the milk out of the breast and allows it to be bottled and consumed that way. Pretty ingenious, I must say. Oh, and they make this stuff called formula."

"What has Arithmancy got to do with anything?" Draco interjected, confused by the seeming change in subject.

"No, stupid," Blaise scoffed. "Formula is a powder that's mixed to create a sudo-breast milk. Next to the breast, it's best." Blaise couldn't help but laugh at his clever use of one of the manufactures slogans. "My Mum used both a breast pump and formula on top of nursing my sister. If she wasn't going to be around, she'd either use the pump or let my Dad know to use the formula."

"So, than she was able to stay away for hours at a time and not have to worry about the baby being hungry?" Draco asked, for clarification. Blaise nodded. This was perfect! Now, Draco could take Landon out of the house without having to worry about Luna complaining that the baby was going hungry. He'd wanted so badly to take Landon into work with him once his leave was over, so that he could flaunt him around the office and now, thanks to Blaise, he'd be able to. "Where can I get this stuff from?"

"Muggle stores have it?" Blaise replied. "They're really common items, so it won't be hard. Actually, we can go after lunch if you want."

"That would be great," Draco said, excitedly. "Do you mind, Goyle?" Greggory shook his head, too preoccupied with his lunch to care. As soon as the boys finished their lunches, they headed to Gringotts to exchange their money for Muggle money before venturing into Muggle London. After locating a directory, Draco and his friends headed for the metro so they could get to the 'Baby Super Depot'. Within half an hour they were there and Draco had to admit, it was definitely a super depot.

As they walked in the door, the boys were greeted by the sight of a huge warehouse style shop with large signs hanging from the ceiling, informing them of which aisle was which. After locating the nursing sign, Draco and the boys headed down the corresponding aisle and were instantly blown away by the enormous number of products. At one point, the boys came across what looked like a pair of strap-on breasts, meant to appear to the baby as if they were the mothers natural breasts. Unable to stop himself, Draco removed his black v-neck sweater and tried them on. Prancing up and down the aisle, Draco modeled the mock breast for his friends, sashaying his hips excessively. As Blaise, Draco and Goyle, practically died with laughter, Draco slipped his sweater back on over the breast.

"This is bloody well fantastic," Draco laughed, as he marveled at his protruding chest. As he continued to pace the aisle, occasionally lifting his shirt to flash Blaise and Goyle, a store attendant came over to see what all of the commotion was about. The poor girl, who couldn't be over seventeen years old, stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the attractive blonde man with a seemingly very full chest. "Can I help you?" Draco asked, awkwardly, upon realizing he had company. Blaise and Goyle were still unable to control their laughter, and stood off to the side as Draco addressed the attendant.

"Did you need help finding something, Sir?" she asked, obviously uncomfortable with what she saw.

"Yes, I was wondering about breast pumps," Draco stammered, leaning causally against the shelves with his hands fisted into his pockets and acting as if he didn't have a pair of breast underneath his sweater. "How do I know which one to get."

"Sir, your breast... those breast, they don't need a pump. That's part of the premise behind them. You just put the milk in and they take over from there," the attendant replied, nervously.

"No, not for these," Draco said, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it at the hysterically laughing Goyle and Blaise, so that he could remove the false breast. The young witches mouth was slightly opened as she gazed at Draco's well cared for physique. All those years of Quidditch training had certainly paid off and at that moment, even though she didn't have the slightest clue what Quidditch was, the young attendant was quite thankful for it. "It's for my wife, she's nursing and..."

"See, there," Blaise shouted, accusingly. "Did you hear that, he said 'my wife'!"

"Yeah, he did," she agreed, not understanding what he meant by it. Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed that he'd slipped up again.

"Whatever," Draco grumbled, changing the subject back to what was important. "Will that one fit her?" Draco gestured towards a nearby pump. Suddenly, something hit Draco in the head, obstructing his vision. Pulling the object off of his head, he realized that Goyle had just chucked his shirt at him.

"I don't think our little helper here can focus while your flaunting your manliness for all to see," Goyle joked, indicating the flustered look on the attendants face. Draco slipped his shirt on and waited for her to answer his question.

"Well, its pretty much one size fits all," she replied.

"So, if she's about this big," Draco said, placing his hands against his chest to mimic the approximate size of Luna's breast. "It'll fit her."

"Definitely," she replied, picking up one of the boxed pumps. "Is this all, or are you going to have a look around?"

"We're gonna shop around a bit," Blaise replied, pulling Draco away by the arm. Draco looked to Blaise, confused that they weren't ready to go. "You didn't think I was going to come here and not find a gift for the boy did you?"

"Come on, you know us better than that, Mate," Goyle agreed.

"I can set this up front for you so you can shop hands free. Anything specific you're looking for?" the attendant asked. When Draco shook his head, she turned and went back towards the front counter.

For nearly three hours, the boys went over the store with a fine toothed comb, making sure that they found everything little Landon could possibly ever want or ever need, and even a few things that he'd never want to go near. Draco had even gone so far as to pick up a potty training toilet, of which Landon wouldn't need for quite some time. After paying for their numerous purchases, Draco distracted the store attendant while the other two boys busied themselves with shrinking all of their purchases so that they could get them to the house. Once everything was ready, Draco said goodbye to the smitten young girl and headed out to meet the boys. Instead of taking the metro back, the three of them found an empty alleyway and apparated back to Draco's house.

When they arrived at the house, Draco found that neither Luna nor Landon were back yet, so after giving the boys a tour of his new home and sending them off with promises of bringing the baby by to see them soon, he began sorting through his purchases. When he was nearly half way through his sorting, the front door opened and Luna walked in pushing Landon in his stroller. At the sight of the all of the toys and various other baby items, Luna stopped mid step.

"What's all of this?" she asked, staring at the mess that was once her lounge.

"We went to this Muggle store called the Baby Super Depot and we found all of this awesome crap for Landon," Draco said, excitedly, standing and striding towards her. Leaning down, unthinkingly, he pressed his lips against hers before doing the same to Landon. Luna stared at him as if he'd lost his mind, but said nothing about his strange actions.

"You went to a Muggle store," she asked, unable to believe a Malfoy would ever do such a thing. Draco nodded, unashamedly. Luna made a mental note to never mention this event in the presence of Draco's family. She didn't doubt that Mr. Malfoy would throw a fit if he found out his son was in a Muggle establishment. "Why did you get all of this stuff? Landon's too young to hold his own head upright, let alone play with all of these toys."

"I know he's too young to use most of it, but when I saw it, I couldn't help myself," Draco said, enthusiastically. After picking Landon up out of his stroller, he returned to Luna's side, dragging her over towards all of the stuff he'd bought. Once she was seated on the couch, he handed her the baby and went to explain some of his purchases to her. "These are Chillable Gum Soothers. All you have to do is freeze them and let him knawe on them when he starts teething and it'll help to soothe his sore gums."

"That's really cool," she agreed, examining the donut sized rings closely. "What's this?" Luna picked up a nearby fuzzball and held it up for Draco to see.

"This is a Fluppet." Draco stuck the furry cat puppet on his hand and began making it dance and talk for Landon, earning him a big toothless grin. "His name is Bootsie the Cat." Pulling the cat puppet off of his hand, Draco then showed Landon an ivory bunny toy that had extremely long arms and legs. "This is Bunnyby. You know how kids often have a favorite toy that they take everywhere with them and it ends up a filthy mess?" Luna nodded. "Well, when I saw this I couldn't help but think that this could be his." 'There he goes again,' she thought. Once again, Draco was giving her that horribly delightful feeling in the pit of her stomach. At that moment, Luna swore to herself that the next time he did that, she'd hex him for it. "Now this, you're gonna love." Draco picked up a bright, colorful plush turtle and tickled its stomach. When he did this the turtle erupted in laughter, startling Luna who hadn't expected the toy to make noise.

"What the hell," she murmured.

"It's called a Hug-Me Turtle, and it says that the toys interactivity encourages the baby's sensory and emotional development. Plus, its soft and cuddly and he talks and giggles just like a person would if you were to tickle its tummy. It's like having a little friend. Oh, this," Draco said, pulling a pale green mass out of a bag and laying it out on the floor. "This is a Cuddly Cozy Floor Mat. It's a mat that has a turtle head and feet but its body is long and flat like a blanket. You can lay it out for him to lay on during his 'tummy time' or when you're changing him..."

"What's tummy time?" she asked, his entire statement going over her head.

"The crucial time a baby needs to spend on their tummy instead of on their back," he said, scoffing at her seeming ignorance. The truth was, Draco had actually just learned that twenty minutes prior, while skimming over one of the many parenting books he'd purchased, but she didn't need to know that. Gathering his stack of books, Draco handed them to Luna, informing her that she was welcome to look them over before he did.

For nearly an hour, Draco went on and on about the more than fifty items he'd purchased. Luna thought that his excited actions were quite cute and completely harmless. That is, until he pulled out a pair of pink footed coveralls that said 'My Heart Belongs to My Daddy'. Luna couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the undeniably girly garment. After handing the outfit to Luna, Draco removed yet another pink garment from a bag, this one was a sleeveless romper with a pink tulle tutu skirt.

"Draco, I'm not letting Landon wear that," Luna said, looking over both garments with a scrutinizing eye. "Their really cute but they're for girls, not boys."

"I know," Draco assured her, moving to sit next to Luna on the couch. "I just thought they were really cute and that when I do have a daughter, she'll look absolutely perfect in them."

"That's wonderful, Draco," Luna said, stroking his cheek sweetly. There was that damn feeling again, she cursed, silently hoping she could make good on her promise to hex him the next time he made her feel that way.

"So, you agree then?" he asked, receiving a perplexed look from Luna. "We can try for a girl?"

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" Luna asked, exasperated by his question. "Try for a girl! We didn't even try for a boy!"

"But you just said..."

"I said, that is was wonderful that you had plans for having another child. I didn't mean that I would be that child's mother," Luna argued, laying Landon down on the turtle floor mat that Draco had laid out earlier that evening. "Its been a week, Draco and your already getting the wrong idea about us. Hell, you even kissed me on the mouth when I got back. If you can't recognize the boundaries of this relationship than this isn't going to work."

"So, you're saying, and I'm asking you to be very careful about your answer because if you turn me down again, I'm done trying. But you're saying that there will never be anything between us?"

"We have a son together, so you and I will always have something between us," Luna said, choosing her words carefully, "but there won't be anything more than that."

"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding defeated. 'So much for showing her my moves,' he thought. Luna was quiet for a long time before answering his question.

"I'm sure." Without warning, Draco leaned over and kissed her before whispering goodnight and heading up to his room, leaving a stunned Luna to sort through his numerous purchases. After laying Landon down and changing into her night clothes, she returned to the sitting room so she could go through the baby's new things and the painting supplies she had purchased that day.

Once everything had been put away, Luna turned to leave, but as she did, she spotted one last bag sitting on one of the end tables. Upon opening it, she found a single thick, brown, leather bound journal. Unwinding the leather ties that held it shut, Luna opened the journal and found a gold leafed inscription on the front inner cover that read, 'For whenever you're ready to start believing again, Love Draco and Landon'. Luna could practically feel her heart breaking. Without even thinking about it, Luna rose and rushed upstairs, gently knocking on Draco's door. A few moments later, he opened it, revealing his freshly showered, pajama bottom clad self to her. Not even giving him the chance to speak, Luna rose to her tiptoes and kissed him, shutting his bedroom door behind her.

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MAYBE IT'S JUST ME, BUT I'M BEGINNING TO THINK THAT LUNA REALLY IS INDECISIVE ; )

FYI: IF YOU'VE SEEN 'MEET THE FOCKERS' STARRING BEN STILLER, THAN YOU'LL KNOW WHERE THE IDEA OF THE BREAST APPARATUS CAME FROM. I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S A REAL INVENTION OR IF IT WAS JUST CREATED FOR THE MOVIE BUT EITHER WAY, I THINK THOSE THREE BOYS WOULD HAVE A REAL FIELD DAY WITH THEM.

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TO THE PERSON WHO ASKED HOW OLD I WAS, I AM TWENTY : )