A/N: Hey there ppl! This is my very first ever fanfic attempt and lots of luv and kisses to all who reviewed for the 1st chapter! i will love you all forever! in my haste and excitement to post it i totally missed the authors note! sorry for that! plus, english isnt my first language, so please bear with me if and when i commit blunders!
Disclaimer: I am NOT J.! (obviously) . this is her universe, im just borrowing! and also, if this fanfic bares ANY resemblance to any other fic here, its because i was a reader way before i started this fic and a lot of you probably inspired this! please do not take offence!
so, with no further ado, here is da new chap.. faster than i promised (because i love you ppl) and along with it.. our beloved snarky slytherin! ENJOY!
The golden snitches zooming here and there on the invitation were starting to give him a headache. He sat it aside on the mahogany desk which was already clustered with parchment. (Note to self: never bring work home again!)
Tomorrow was the birthday of Potter's second son. And as per usual, Draco was invited. Yes, that's right! He, Draco-ex death eater, spawn of the devil-Malfoy was no longer the mortal enemy of the savior of the wizarding world. In fact, they were… friends! Who would've thunk!
This, getting invited to all of these family events, Draco decided, was the downside of being a member of the Order of the Phoenix. What the bloody hell was he supposed to do at a tiny tot's birthday bash? The smiley squealing kids running helter-skelter as their even smilier, proud parents looked on did nothing but remind him of all that could have been.
Not that he needed any reminding. It was pathetic really. Not a day went by that Draco didn't think of a certain witch with fiery red hair and chocolate brown eyes; always dancing with laughter and happiness, even during the bleakest of times.
Enough! Draco decided. Ginevra hadn't hesitated for a moment before removing herself from his life. She had gone her own way and hadn't looked back even once. He would never admit it, not to anybody, but Ginny Weasley mattered more to him than anybody ever had. It had been her and her constantly happy and upbeat nature that had given him hope as well as the will to fight and survive on more than one occasion. When she had come into his life, she had given Draco a reason to live, to survive through the war.
The only thing that had stopped him from going tearing off to find her and make her his again, this time permanently, had not been the measly letter that she had left with her brother, the Weasel King. It had been the pain of rejection, of realizing that she did not care enough. His pride had been terribly wounded that she could just up and leave him, leave what they had. If she didn't care enough, why should he?
Instead, Draco had spent the past six, almost seven years, waiting in vain for her to return to him. Six years, brushing off his mother's pleas that he settle down with a nice witch and give her a grandchild. He had told her not to get her hopes up, marriage was not his thing. Truth was that marriage to, and spending his life with anyone other than Ginevra left him cold.
"Oof!"
Draco swirled around, shaking those depressing thoughts off, to find his best friend; Blaise Zabini sprawled across the floor in front of the fireplace, completely covered in soot. Blaise raised his dark blue gaze to meet Draco's grey one, dancing with mirth.
"Some help?"
Shaking his head in exasperated amusement, Draco pulled his friend off the floor.
"Why you insist on using the floo network, knowing full well that you can't handle it, I will never know!"
"Oh go on! Mock me! It is only for you that I undertook such grave dangers, you ungrateful git!" Blaise replied, giving an indignant huff.
"Only you, Blaise, would categorize travelling by floo, a grave danger!" Draco howled with laughter.
Blaise made himself comfortable on one of the plush armchairs in his friend's study, waiting for said friend to overcome his sudden fit of laughter. It was rare to see the young Malfoy in such high spirits and laughing so freely these days. So, annoying as it was, Blaise was glad to be of service.
"What, may I ask, Mr. Zabini, has got Draco here in such high spirits?" came the quiet, low voice of their former potions master, as he slid gracefully into the seat beside Blaise. A hint of a smile played on his once stern mouth and Blaise knew that he was genuinely pleased at the sight.
By this time, Draco's sudden fit of mirth had subsided into random snickers. Sliding into the seat opposite those of his long time friend and mentor-turned-stepfather, he asked.
"What was so important that you undertook such great perils in order to see me Blaise? You did mention that it was for my benefit. I must admit, I am rather curious."
At this, Blaise sat up and cleared his throat, a smile spreading across his face which was quite reminiscent of a cat which had feasted on all the canaries in Great Britain.
"What would you say Draco, if I were to tell you that during my business trip to Birmingham-which was cut short rather abruptly- I made a very startling discovery?"
"I would tell you to get to the bloody point already! Frankly, you are creeping me out! Your eyes are bloody twinkling Zabini. Are you sure you're not related to Dumbledore?" Draco growled at his beaming friend.
"Yes Mr. Zabini, do tell us what has got you so excited? Are you sure that you shouldn't have been in Gryffindor?" Snape asked, sniggering.
Any self-respecting Slytherin would have been horrified at that prospect; Blaise however, merely shrugged and looked Draco in the eyes.
"I saw Ginny Weasley Draco. She is in Birmingham."
Draco felt as though cold hands had gripped his insides and twisted them harshly as Blaise's words registered. Grey eyes stormy, his face was once again the emotionless mask that had helped him greatly during his years as a spy for the Order. His hands were gripping the armrests of his seat with so much effort that his knuckles turned white.
"I do not care where she is Zabini. I don't bloody care!"
His voice was so cold that the temperature in the room seemed to drop by at least a few degrees. Blaise however, continued, seemingly unaffected by the suddenly frost atmosphere of the room.
"Not even if I told you that she had a child with her? Her son?"
Both the men in front of him winced at the agony that showed on Draco's face before he forced his face back into the expressionless mask.
"I told you before Zabini, I don't care! So she moved on with her life, what's that got to do with me?" the words would have been rather more effective and believable if Draco's voice hadn't sounded so hoarse and broken: the agony he felt showing plainly through.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." With this obvious dismissal, Draco turned his back to them.
Blaise shared a look with his friend's stepfather, who seemed at a loss as to what he was supposed to do.
"Draco, listen to me. You should care! You should care because the child couldn't be more than six years old. I heard her call out his name Draco. Ginny Weasley named her son Lucas Draconis Malfoy! That's why you should care! He's your son Draco!" Blaise very nearly yelled at his friend, unable to hold it in any longer.
Severus Snape stiffened shock apparent on his face. If he looked surprised, then Draco's expression was one that could only be described as bewilderment. He turned slowly to face his friend, eyes wide with shock. All the color had drained from his face and he sank back onto the armchair, his legs unable to support him any longer.
He had a son? A little boy named Lucas? All this time he had wished for a family of his own, and he had had a son all along. An heir!
Wonder replaced the shock on his face as his mind absorbed this news.
"A son? My son? Blaise, I have a son!" Draco spluttered, not quite sure how he was supposed to feel, but undeniably blissful all the same.
"Yes Draco, your son! A son who looks exactly like you! He could very well be your twin you know right down to that infuriating smirk of yours. In fact if I didn't know better, I'd think Ginny hadn't even been present when you made him, you know what I mean!" Blaise winked at his friend.
At these words, Draco's smile widened so much that it was in danger of being permanently plastered on to his face. Aside from the overwhelming joy, a strong sense of pride threatened to smother him.
"I have to find him! My son! Sev, I have to bring him home! I can barely wait to see him." Draco was already planning his trip to Birmingham as he rambled.
"Whoa Draco, slow down! You can't just go tearing down to Birmingham!"
Draco glared at his longtime friend, as if daring Blaise to stop him.
"I agree with him Draco. This is a sensitive matter and should be handled with a great deal of delicacy. An hour ago, you didn't know that you had a son! Think of your mother. She has been begging for a grandchild. No doubt she'll be delighted, but keep in mind that she didn't know of your.. umm.. relations with Ms. Weasley. It will take some getting used to. And what of Ms. Weasley? She is the mother of your child. She obviously doesn't want you involved. What of her Draco?"
By the end of his stepfather's tirade, Draco had a contemplative look on his face. Severus was right, there was a lot to be considered. His mother, for instance, needed to be informed before he turned up with her six year old grandson. And Ginevra, she would probably be a whole other obstacle.
She had kept his son from him. Six years! He had missed six years of his son's life! His first steps, first words and six years worth of birthdays and Christmases. She had no right! Draco had as much right over their son as she did!
But he wouldn't miss anymore! His son was a Malfoy. He didn't deserve to grow up in some small shack in Birmingham. He belonged in Wales, at the Malfoy Manor. And he would soon be in his rightful place, along with his mother! Oh yes! Draco had no intention of letting her go this time, not at all…..
A/N: there you go! chap 2! will try to update every monday and friday! i promise dat i'll try!
n as you noticed, snape isnt dead, lucius is.. snape has married narcissa (i've always loved that pairing). plus draco is an order member. he came over to the light side!
Please please read and REVIEW! not only this fic, but all the fics you read! your reviews are trully wat keeps writers going! (constructive) criticism very welcome! =D
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