Finally, my recuperating time is up. I am walking back to my room with a book borrowed from the Malfoy's library when all of a sudden, it hits me.

"I'm getting married in a month! I still have to pick out a dress, I need to pick a theme, I don't even know if I'm going to go through with this!"

Narcissa hears my yelling and comes to see what's happening. "What's wrong?"

"Malfoy wants to get married in September, I have to get everything ready in a little amount of time, and I have to give birth in-" I'm cut off by a sharp, excruciating pain in my stomach. My pants are suddenly wet as if I pissed in them. I know for a fact that I just went to the bathroom not half an hour ago. I double over, clutching my abdomen as if my life depends on it, which, by the pain I'm feeling now, it probably does. "-Five."

"Five? What are you talking about?" she asks bewildered.

"I'm talking about the baby coming in five! My water broke!" I exclaim as realization and shock hit me at once.

"Oh, my God! We need to get you to the hospital immediately."

"You think?" I groan sarcastically.

Narcissa puts her wand to her throat. "Sonorous." Her voice grew loud. "Family emergency!" Her calm, but urgent voice echoes through the vast mansion. "Everyone, get to the front door and put on your cloaks. We need to leave now!" In one minute, we are all at the door. Lucius, who is buttoning his cloak up to his throat calmly as if this was a routine he was used to, raises an eyebrow in mild curiosity at Narcissa. Draco looks positively confused and alarmed at my uncharacteristic bent over posture. Narcissa quickly informs them of what is going on. Lucius composes himself and swiftly opens the door. Draco has a look on his face like, "Oh, shit!" Kind of like just before he got mauled by a hippogriff in 3rd year. Good times, good times. He clings to my side all the way to the hospital.

Once I smell the nauseating ammonia smell, dread overcomes me. "I can't do this, Narcissa, I can't do this."

"If I can do it, so can you. Just breathe!"

I start breathing like she's taught me. Draco gives my hand an encouraging squeeze and we come upon the main desk.

Draco's POV

I attempt to enter the ward with Collette when Mother intervenes.

"You don't have to come in if you don't want to. I think it might be a bit much for you." Right. If I can help create two babies, I think I handle watching one being born. I've seen worse...like Pansy naked. I shudder at the thought.

"Mum, I need to be with her." She steps aside for me to pass. I sit in a chair beside Collette. Her hand gropes for mine wildly. I entwine my fingers with hers.

"Ouch! Damnit, my woman's got some grip!"

She grasps my hand unbearably tight as a wave of different emotions crashes over me.

I realize I'm unsure about raising a baby, I'm scared for her wellbeing, and, oddly enough, despite all the chaos around me, I am calm.

I keep telling myself that everything is going to be alright. I would try to give Collette another reassuring squeeze of the hand, but she is gripping mine so damn hard, that I don't even feel the pain anymore. It's just numb.

I'm so focused on being positive. The doctors, who are shouting directions at Collette, sound distant. They sound as if they are at the opposite end of a very long tunnel.

My thoughts are interrupted fifteen minutes later by the sound of a baby crying. Every sound is crystal clear and I look to see Collette. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead and her chest rises and falls rapidly. I voice my concerns.

"Are you ok? Collette, please tell me you're ok," I plead.

"I'm-I'm fine," she whispers between breaths.

"It's ok." I rub my thumb over hand. The corners of her mouth twitch, too tired to produce a full smile.

The nurse then comes back in with a bundle of white blankets. "It's a boy." Yes! The Malfoy name lives on! She lays the baby in Collette's arms.

"I did it," she breathes.

"Yes. You did. I knew you could." There is a pause. "I guess we have to name him. What do you think?"

"If I may," Mum steps in. "It's a Black family tradition to name at least one child after a star, galaxy, or constellation."

"Yes. Draco the Dragon, for example," Collette says with a smirk. I smirk as well. "Hmmm. How about...Scorpius? My mother is a Scorpio. Oh, no," Collette says with dread, looking at the baby.

"What?" I ask urgently.

"He looks like you!"

"Is that a bad thing?" I inquire.

"Yes," she replies in a "duh" tone, smirking.

"You are so full of yourself."

"Look who's talking!" she points out.

"Aw, come on!" I yell exasperatedly.

"Shh! No yelling in front of the child," she scolds. "He's sleeping."

We stare at him for another moment. "We should get to work on getting your good looks into this generation," I tease.

"Draco," my mother warns.

Collette rolls her eyes at me. "You are so perverted."

"But you love me any ways," I point out.

"Yes. That, I do."

I plant a single kiss on her cheek. "You did good," I tell her, admiring our beautiful handiwork.

End Draco's POV

A./N. By the way, I am very sorry that Scorpy's birth does not match up with the Harry Potter time line, but it is essential for this story. There is a method behind my madness. lol Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story so far. There is a lot more yet to come.