By the way, this story would take place during sixth or seventh year, aside from all the other...happenings...
It was the last night of at Hogwarts, the corridors dimly lit. It was by accident, by chance, that the two most unlikely people to meet found each other.
Their eyes locked. There was something noticeably wrong beyond the silver pair...
Conversation began, but was scarce. The silver eyes were working their magic, and Hermione found herself under the spell...unable to cast it off, she followed, the party forgotten...
Malfoy yawned loudly, groaned at the sudden burst of sunlight, and threw the covers back over his head. There was no one else in the dormitory and he didn't care---there was no reason to get up at all today...
"Draco Malfoy."
He sat up. Again, the voice, magically made louder, called out his name, requesting him to the hospital Wing.
Scowling, Draco got out of bed. He threw his robes over his pajamas with the full intention to go right back to sleep when they let him go. he stumbled down the stairs, shuffled from the empty common room, and p to the Hospital Wing.
The scene that greeted him gave him a shock. There was Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, waiting by the door and looking murderous. Ginny Weasley, standing in front of a hospital bed as thought trying to protect it.
Must be the wrong time, he thought to himself, turning to leave...
"Where are you going?" snarled Ron.
Too tired to retort, Draco addressed Madam Pompfrey. "Um, I was just going to wait outside...
"This is what you're here for."
Slowly, Ron, Harry, and Ginny moved away. Draco saw Hermione Granger laying in bed, a screaming bundle in her arms.
"The baby is yours," Madam Pompfrey said to him softly.
Draco watched in a stunned silence, taking in each of the faces before him before once again focusing on Madam Pompfrey.
"I really don't want to seem rude, but what the hell---"
"She said it was yours." Ron was glaring daggers at him, his tone of voice suggesting that he would, if given the chance, rip him apart limb from limb...
Draco raised his eyebrows, trying to figure out what was going on. They were robbing him of his precious sleep time. "Why would I do that to Granger...to a Mudblood?"
Ron narrowed his eyes but didn't pursue the conversation any further. Hermione took it upon herself to answer. "Last year," she whispered, hardly audible over the shrieks of the child. "The party..."
Straining his memory, Draco moved closer to the baby, who had stopped crying long enough to look up, and Draco saw the silvery eyes...he could've been looking into a mirror...
And suddenly he remembered...
"W-well," he stammered, withdrawing slightly from the crowd. "Butterbeer can do some...strange things to people..."
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The shock had taken quite some time to wear off. Hours of looking astounded turned to hours of glaring at each other. Having a newborn baby in their midst did not help--- the glaring soon turned to awkward looks...
"Well," said Malfoy after Madam Pompfrey went off to her office, "If no one minds..." He threw his robes and shirt aside and got into one of the surrounding beds.
"Excuse me!"
Hermione had turned pink, but still managed to shoot a filthy look at Malfoy's bed. "You were irresponsible enough to get into bed with me, but now---"
"Yeah," Malfoy gave an unconcerned yawn and turned away. "At least I was drunk."
She gave him a furious stare, but then decided not to carry the conversation any further.
Ginny was holding the baby now. "Well once you get over the fact that he's got Malfoy in him, he is sweet." When Draco showed no interest, Ginny gave him a scowl. "You haven't even seen him, have you?"
"I did too, but..."
"Why not hold him?"
Malfoy's mind worked furiously. A moment later he tossed his covers back and ambled over. He watched the baby for a minute before saying gruffily, "I...I don't know how."
Harry gave a snort. Though rather derisive, it was the first suggestion of laughter al day, and it lightened the atmosphere considerably. Smirking slightly, Ginny showed Malfoy how to hold an infant, and Draco, feeling incredibly gauche, held the baby for no more than five seconds before shoving him back into Ginny's arms. he slouched back to bed.
Hermione followed him with her narrowed eyes.
"So how about a name?"
"Who cares? Let the adoption agency decide."
"Adoption agency?"
"Well, yeah. You really think I'd keep it? That thing's outta here."
Hermione paled.
"I'm---we're---not giving him up for adoption!" she said shakily.
"Of course we are, you think I want to tag my name to it? Not when it's got Muggle in it..."
"That's absolutely disgusting, Malfoy---"
"Yeah I know."
Hermione was breathing heavily, almost in tears again. She should've expect something like this.
"Look, I don't what you're trying to do, but you put yourself in this situation---"
"And it was the worst mistake I've ever made---if I remember correctly, Granger, you've got some of the smallest---"
"So you're saying you're just going to abandon your own son?"
"What about money?"
"What are you talking about, you're filthy rich---"
"And just why should I have to waste money on it---"
Hermione exploded. "IT?! We're talking about a baby here, Malfoy, he lives and breathes and he needs care---just stop being so immature---you're going to have to put yourself aside for once and give a little thought to someone else! I'd have thought that even you could do that for your own child!"
Everyone was looking around uncomfortably as Draco and Hermione glared, each of their looks aiming to kill. Madam Pompfrey was peeking curiously through her window curtains...
"Fine," muttered Draco. "I'll let it---him---stay."
"Not like you had much of a choice."
At that Madam Pompfrey burst from her office. "Then we'll discuss your options---"
Um, so maybe it wasn't better, or maybe it was...(personally I though it was...average...) so anyway, I completely suck at names, so I'm gonna need help with finding a Rowling-worthy names for the baby...please help me out here!