I was planning on abandoning this fic, but cuz you guys all reviewed, I've revived it again. Thanks to all for your wonderful ideas!

Day Three

Pansy scribbled on the parchment, her dark hair flopping in her face. She sat up and fastened it back with a green hairclip, before holding up her homework critically.

"It'll do." She sighed, tossing it down on the table. Her eyes trailed to the clustered group of cots in the corner of the common room; the Slytherins had figured it would be easiest to keep all the babies together. The pounding music in the background meant that if one woke up it would soon be soothed back to sleep.

Pansy climbed up and walked over to the cot nearest the window. Inside it was their baby, fast asleep. It looked less like a sack of flour now, with face-like features. She could see the outlines of its closed eyes, its snub nose sticking out and its mouth opened and closed with every breath. It was less square now, too – much more baby-shaped.

A beam of light shone down into his cot from the window; it was quite hot for a May day. Pansy was intending to make the most of it. It was the Slytherin-Griffyndor quidditch match this afternoon and Draco had already gone down for morning practise. She knew the common room would empty as everyone filtered down to watch.

She glanced back at the cot. The baby was asleep and would be for a while. She had time to go down to the match and be back before it woke up...

Draco returned the common room sweaty and grumpy; the Gryffindors had won and bloody Potter had beaten him to the snitch. And worst of all, Pansy was off with her little clan doing Merlin-knows-what, so he was left to look after the baby. Not fair!

He tossed his broom into his room and changed into fresh robes, using a quick cleansing spell to get rid of the mud. Picking up some chocolate frogs from his bedside table, he sauntered back into the common room, popping one in his mouth and going to check on the 'baby'.

He knew something was wrong from the first glance; its face was all red and blotchy and it was twitching in a strange way.

"Merlin." Draco hissed, eyes growing wide. There was no one else around as most of the Slytherins had gone to drown their sorrows in lemonade in the Great Hall.

He grabbed the baby from the cot and held it up, "Come on, come on!"

It's eyes flickered open (Draco didn't notice that they were an icy grey, much like his own, only that they were glazed and unfocused) and rolled back into its head. Draco was now starting to panic.

"And then you would never believe what he did-"

"Pansy!" Draco gasped in relief, thrusting the baby into her hands, "Not good."

"Not good? What do you-" Pansy looked down and her eyes grew like platters, "Draco, what did you do?"

"Me? I haven't done anything!"

"Well you must have done something otherwise it wouldn't be like this!" Pansy was now frantically rocking the baby, but was getting no other reaction than distressed mewling from the small sack of flour.

"It's hot!"

"Nice one, Lockhart!" Pansy rolled her eyes, "So what do we do?"

"I don't know! You're the woman, you're supposed to be-"

"For the last time, Draco, just because I'm a woman does not mean that I'm naturally good at these things! I don't know what to do!"

Inspiration struck them both like a ton of bricks.

"But Madame Pomfrey might!" Draco grabbed her by the arm, "Come on!"

The two of them raced down the corridors to the Medical Ward, skidded to a halt outside the doors and collided heavily with the healer herself.

"Madame Pomfrey! Help!"

Draco eyed the proceedings with a composed air of nonchalance, having wiped his un-Malfoy-like momentary distress from his memories. Pansy too was calm, her dark hair tucked neatly behind her ears and hands folded in her lap, but every now and again, when she thought he wasn't looking, her eyes would dart over to the baby.

Madame Pomfrey busied herself with checking the small box that she called an incubator that the baby was asleep in.

She'd taken the baby and immediately placed it in the contraption, explaining that he (since when had it been a he?) was merely overheated and this box would help return him to normal temperature.

Draco heard Pansy gasp and immediately looked up. The baby had opened its eyes. Madame Pomfrey smiled and lifted the sack out, handing it to Pansy.

"There we go. No harm done. Just as well you found me quickly."

Pansy nodded. The expression on her face was strange, Draco thought, much like it had been the other day when she'd been watching the 'baby' sleeping.

Girls, he thought, rolling his eyes, so emotional.

He approached with more curiosity than concern, stopping behind her and watching the small being squirm around in her arms. It was less square-shaped now, the knots at each corner waving like a real baby's limbs would.

Madame Pomfrey eyed the two of them with amusement.

"You should come up with a name for him."

"Him?" Draco spluttered, "Since when has it been a him?"

"Since I picked him up earlier. He ought to start wearing a nappy."

Pansy pulled what Draco thought was possibly the funniest expression he'd ever seen on her face; she gasped in disgust and thrust the baby away from her.

"Draco. Help. Now."

Draco was laughing so hard he almost missed when he tossed her the nappy.