Hey just a memo. My computer decided to screw up three times when I was typing that last chapter. The final time it messed up, I had 7 pages written then when I came back I had half a page. None of my changes were saved, even though I had saved it. Due to that and my sheer laziness of not rechecking my chapters, there was an inconsistency. Draco and Alyssa are having their lunch date on Friday after his paternity test; Not Tuesday, that was my original idea but I changed it.
maddie00reader & Naiya Kokoro get the honors of this update's review shout outs! At the bottom yo!
On with the chapter!
Chapter 7:: Ask DNA
Draco was pacing in his study, contemplating deep thoughts and doubts. He had received his letter back from Alyssa. She had agreed to lunch later today, saying she wanted him to pick the place. That she had only moved here a few months back. She was very busy with the daycare and never got much opportunity to get out. Draco could easily believe this.
He knew about operating a business; he owned his own after all. However, his artifact recovery business was large enough that he merely had to oversee everyone. His job allowed for a lot of free time and did not require him to be as intertwined as Allysa's position.
She involved herself, which was something he liked about her. She opened this business with the children's interests at heart. She cared for each child and knew each child by name. She was whole-hearted with her job; passionate and unwavering. Draco had to admire her strength. She seemed troubled, yet she continued working hard every day. Draco didn't have that kind of dedication to his job. He was content watching everyone else.
He truly felt enamored with the determined girl. She couldn't have been much out of his age, if at all. But, he would find out in a mere hour if he was a father. His mind was plagued with thoughts of being a father. He was angry, no doubt. The possibility of fathering a child had settled to near truth when he laid eyes on that little blonde girl.
He balled his fists up at his sides. He'd missed so much of that little girl's life; her twin's life, too. The thought that Hermione hid them away from him as a child would do to a puppy or kitten their parent didn't want them to have, well it was safe to say he couldn't think clearly. He loved Hermione, and he would give the world to make her happy. He would sacrifice anything in his life to protect her. He also was disgusted with her childish behavior. Her deceit had hurt him more than he let her know. There were times he had blinding rage, other times he wept; though he would never let that secret out of his study—not even Noggles, his ever faithful house elf since Draco was three years old, knew that Draco cried in his study.
His study, once the late Lucius Malfoy's study, was his sanctuary. The house elves were forbidden to entire that room when Draco was home. When he was away, they were allowed to clean. But the second his wards alerted the house elves of his return, they were to leave immediately; task finished or not. This is where he was now located; at risk of wearing a pacing trail in his lush carpets.
He turned his head to the clock on the mantle. It was 9:45. Fifteen minutes left; he might as well head to St. Mungo's. He checked his appearance one last time in the mirror before apparating to the front entrance of the magical Hospital.
With a heavy sigh he walked up to the desk of the Genetic Testing Department's waiting room, clearing his throat to catch the attention of the inattentive attendant. It's a little ironic that this bimbo is an attendant. She isn't attending to anyone. Draco was about ready to speak when she finally looked up at him. Her bright green eyes lit up when she recognized the most wanted bachelor on the market.
"Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasant surprise to meet you; to what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you in this department?" She batted her long, obviously fake, eyelashes at him; giving him her sweetest smile.
Suck up anymore and you may just win a sperm dumpster award. "I have an appointment for ten."
"Oh yes. Please fill out this chart with all your information. Then sign here, here, here, initial here and here, sign here, here, and here; and date here." She had bent over the packet flipping the pages fast showing him every X and dotted line he were to make a pen mark on. He also noticed that she lingered bent over a slight bit longer than he thought necessary; then he noticed why. She had been not so subtle in the flaunting and modeling of her overly enhanced breasts. When she leaned back up, she swept her loose, blonde hair back over her shoulder as if to push it back out of her way; inconspicuously showing him her neck.
Draco, however, was by no means stupid. When you held the title for four years running as the Slytherin Sex God, and being blessed with the stamina of a stallion, you get used to girls trying to bed you. Draco had even found it interesting that amount of fame and money you have to your name is directly correlated with the amount of sluts that follow you around. Thankfully, he had plenty of practice pretending to not have noticed their slutty subtleties; he was relieved that ignoring them usually gave them the hint.
"Thank you." Draco didn't even hesitate in his turn to a chair in the waiting room to fill out the papers. He also knew to not even glance at her changes to catch his attention when he returned with the papers. He did notice though, that her zipper front dress, the standard uniform of all the females in the office, had conveniently unzipped another two inches or so to give him even more view of her creamy, pale breasts. He wouldn't take the bait though; as far as she could tell, his eyes never strayed from her face.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Malfoy. They will call you back shortly." She was slightly cross. He had blown her off; his eyes had never even once strayed to her ample bosom. Honestly! She noticed his amused reaction to her coldness as he went to turn away. He was amused by her? "Ah. Mr. Malfoy?" When he turned back, raising an eyebrow, she continued, "I happen to know that you're single. I'm a pureblood too and would love the chance to go on a date. You must be looking for a wife right?"
He snickered. "You're not what I'm looking for. No self respect, no modesty, no personality." He could have continued naming off items he found distasteful about her, but she had crossed her arms with an insulted face and cut in on him.
"No personality? And how would you know about my personality?"
"If you have to show cleavage to try and get a man's attention, it tells me that you have nothing else to offer." They were speaking low so the old woman in the back of the waiting room wouldn't catch their conversation. "You're not very subtle with your flaunting. I have had my share of sluts and I'm getting serious; you don't fit the bill. You're more what I would have used for stamina practice when I was thirteen."
"Mr. Malfoy!" A nurse from the back came out to call Draco back. He gave one pitying look over the insulted secretary before following the nurse back to get tested.
"Good Morning, Mr. Malfoy." A cheerful man in a white lab coat stuck his hand out to shake Draco's. "My name is Charles McWherton. I will be administering your paternity test today. So please sit here for me." He man gestured to the chair. Draco's eyes got wide at the site of the large needle and a syringe. He never admitted it to others, but he hated needles; especially when he didn't know how, exactly, they planned to use it.
Of course, they drew blood. They also made him urinate in a beaker, and they made him open his mouth to collect some of the soft tissue. He was wondering just how elaborate the test was going to be when a cauldron was pulled out. The test prompter added a dash of this and a pinch of that before carefully measuring out the urine. He then added a tad more of this and some of that. He poured all the blood into the cauldron that was now a smoky blue color. He added the tissue scrapings last, and the cauldron's contents became a fiery-red for a brief moment; finally settling into a deep shade of green.
How fitting. Draco only thought it was appropriate that the color would just so happen to be green. He perked up when he saw the man pour in a new beaker; the contents a bright orange color. The beaker had the name H.J. Granger on it and Draco found himself in dire need of oxygen. He had forgotten to breathe through most of the process and his breath hitched when he saw that beaker.
The prompter then ladled the mixed contents, now a bright mass of yellow, into two beakers. Draco saw two small vials; one was silver and one purple. The prompter gently added a measure of the silver to the first beaker of Draco and Hermione's mixture. He then did the same with the purple in the other vial. Draco couldn't bear the wait any longer. He was sure his stomach couldn't knot up any more, and he was also fairly positive that his knees would have given out on him if he wasn't sitting in a chair. He, of course would not admit that he was scared; but dammit, he felt anxiety close to the point of wetting himself while his skin got real clammy and the sweat started beading up on his forehead. But no, he wasn't scared; never scared.
The first vial with silver turned to a bright white. Draco wasn't sure what this meant exactly, but he felt his stomach do what seemed to be flip flops. When he saw the second turn to a deep black, he didn't know how much more his anxiety would take. The prompter was writing notes down the whole time, quiet "interesting"s and "I see"s emitting every other second or so.
When the notes were finished, the man smiled and looked up to Draco who seemed to be nearly three shades lighter than what he had been when he entered. The prompter either never noticed or was used to people losing color. No matter what it was, he just smiled. "I will be back momentarily with your report."
He left the room, leaving Draco to control his breathing before he burst into hyperventilation. Why couldn't people just tell him what was going on. Why did they have to continually act like this were some top secret mission and he was the test subject? He knew why he was here.
He had been brooding the whole time, but when the prompter came back in, he sat up a little straighter; some of the color returning to his face.
"Here you are, Mr. Malfoy. All the results are inside. We have kept the original copies on file. Both you and Ms. Granger have copies. Or rather, Ms. Granger will have a copy of the tests arriving within the day."
Draco's head snapped up. "I never said the name of who was testing me. This was supposed to be anonymous, am I correct?"
Charles just smiled. "She came in yesterday. She was rather flustered about the ordeal. Something along the lines of, 'It's all in shambles. He knows. He contacted me about this almost immediately.' She wasn't too thrilled that you had pieced the puzzle together."
Draco only nodded. He didn't think it necessary to divulge information to a third party. Charles already held, in that small folder, enough evidence to destroy the peace and quiet in those two little girls' lives. Draco didn't want to risk upsetting the man for fear of him selling the results to some tabloid.
Instead, Draco merely reached for the folder then offered a brief departing excuse before stopping by the front desk to pay for the tests. Thankfully the girl had left in the some forty-five minutes Draco was being tested.
Draco didn't dare open the envelope. Not until he was safe and alone in the quiet of his private study, did he break the seal on the envelope. He pulled out the two sheets of paper, though he was terrified to look at the highlighted part on the bottom. Yes, now Draco, in the comfort and security of his study, would admit that he was terrified.
Page One of Two:
Skylene Nichole Marie Granger; Age: 4.5 years
With the combined parts of one Ms. Granger and one Mr. Malfoy, the DNA test has a 86 percent genetic match with a .03 percent margin of error.
In the case of four and a half years old Skylene Granger; you are the father.
St. Mungo's Department of Genetic Testing finds this result to be 99.07% accurate.
Page Two of Two:
Abbigail Austen Elise Granger; Age: 4.5 years
With the combined parts of one Ms. Granger and one Mr. Malfoy, the DNA test has a 13 percent genetic match with a 24 percent margin of error.
In the case of four and a half years old Abbigail Granger; you are not the father.
St. Mungo's Department of Genetic Testing finds this result to be 76% accurate.
Draco was stunned. There was no other word for his state. He didn't move, he didn't think. He wasn't even sure if he was blinking or breathing for that matter.
He had a beautiful little girl that looked just like him. He had a daughter.
He could feel his heart breaking into little fragments of guilt, anger, fear, remorse, and pride.
He was a dad.
A/N::
Yeah Yeah… you all called it. Draco and Sid one baby each. "But how can that be?" You ask? Well that explanation will come later ;D
Awww Draco. Haha. Trying to be the big tough guy in public. We all have to be afraid of something, it's okay Draco. We will forgive a little bit of human emotion from you! Next chapter is his date with Alyssa =3
OK! So I have TOTALLY been in love with this fic that took me forever to read. It's called the Dragon's Bride. It's a Dramione fic and you can't miss it, it's 61 chapters long. But it was one of the most AMAZING fics I have EVER read. I envy this author. They were so amazing. Little details would come back, plot twists, tantalizing plot twists, and a roller coaster that will have your stomach in knots. I LOVED this story. I HIGHLY recommend it. Even if you can't sit and read it all at once, just try it. It incorporates so much. And it is so amazingly canon while being Dramione anyway. Awww I loved it so much D:
Shout Out Time!
maddie00reader::
Yeep! Morgan Lee Aiden Weasley is Ginny's little boy. AKA Morgan. Skylene Nichole Marie Granger is Hermione's Blonde Daughter. AKA Sky. Abbigail Austin Elise Granger is the brunette daughter. AKA Austin. They are long. But I really like the names and they're rather unique. These are the names I am going to give to my children when I have them. =3 Yup. So you were correct.
Naiya Kokoro::
わあ！ないやちゃんの日本語はすごいです！私はとてもうれしいです。ないやちゃんのコメントありがとうございます。
Unfortunately, I'm only in Japanese 1020 at the moment so I'm still rather basic… but I understood your comment and it made me so happy to see it in Japanese and be able to read it and understand it. You brightened my day a little bit and I even told my teacher that you did that XD she was really excited.
I hope I was right in my Japanese ^^;;; I'm pretty bad with adjectives still. Next chapter をよんでください！
I really hope the characters show up on .O