Well, hmm, hair-brained scheme thought up by me. Hope everyone likes it. I hope, I hope, I hope!!! Oh and BTW: I don't own the Harry Potter Characters, but the plot and the new OC characters are MINE!

I Am…

Chapter 1: HUH?!

Knock, knock, knock!!

Draco rolled over.

Knock, knock, knock!!

"Blood hell…" he mumbled. He rubbed his eyes. The clock next to his massive bed read that it was 2:15 a.m. The infernal knocking continued and he sat up rubbing his eyes even more vigorously than before. He stumbled out of his bed nearly falling as his foot caught on the area rug that covered the marble floor.

"Fuck" he cursed loosing his foot and finding his footing and continued his trek to the door. He opened his bedroom leaning on the frame and preparing to bitch out the person who dared disturb him. But upon examination he found no one. The knock continued and he realized that the knocking was coming from his balcony door. He shut his bedroom door and marched over to the balcony door once again preparing to bitch out whoever was disturbing him. He flung the door open and found no one.

On the other hand, there was a small rock hovering in mid-air. It made as if to knock again and he grabbed it before it could smack him in the face and threw it far over the balcony to land somewhere in the enormous backyard of his family's mansion.

"All right, who the fuck thought this shit up?!" He took a step and hit something sending him flying. He rolled and absorbed the impact winding up on his bum against the stone wall.

A loud cry rent the air.

"What the…" Draco whispered.

He stared. It was a basket that he'd tripped over. And currently there was something screaming inside of that basket. A piece of parchment floated down in front of him. He watched it as it fell and fluttered to a halt not a foot away from him. He swallowed as the thing inside of the basket continued to scream and cry. For some reason that sound was slightly familiar too him, though he couldn't place what it was. Hesitantly he reached out for the parchment and grabbed it with two of his fingers. He pulled it into his lap and read.

Draco,

In this basket is our child. Yes our child. Well, now I suppose he is yours. I do not want it, I can not handle it. I figure you can. Do not try to contact me, or have anything further to do with me. You have already screwed up my life by forcing this…thing on me. Now you will bear the weight.

Name him what you will for I do not see a point in me naming something I have no intention of keeping. I will let you know that he is only 3 weeks old and was born on July 3. Take care of him.

Sincerely,

V.

Draco read the letter 5 times by the time he finally really understood what exactly this meant. He was a father…a FATHER! He choked on a gasp and started coughing. Holy fuck…shit…ass…bugger…OH GODS!! What the hells was he supposed to do?! He couldn't be a father! He was only 17! He still had a year left of school. He couldn't take care of a child! What was he supposed to do, take the kid with him?! Oh gods…oh fuck!!

The basket…or rather his son…(he winced) gave a whimper. A whimper so small and so frail that it tore at Draco's heart like a dragon with fresh meat.

"This is not happening…" he murmured as he crawled toward the basket and the baby. He sat down and sat the basket upright and took off the lid that closed it. There was a velvety soft pale blue and silver blanket he pulled it out.

Pale violet eyes stared out at him. Chubby, rosy cheeks, small red lips, and a head-full of silver hair. Draco gulped and he stared down into those tiny features. The infant stared up at him apparently assessing him. Without warning the tiny baby let out a wail, his tiny features screwing up in distaste. Draco looked around. He sighed and reached in the basket. He remembered how his mother had picked up his cousin.

"Now Draco, remember. When you're picking up an infant you must cradle the neck. Their muscles are not yet fully formed and they cannot hold their heads up by themselves." Narcissa said cradling her tiny niece.

Draco scoffed. "Mother when I have children I'll have a whole fleet of nannies and never lay a hand on the thing. Ugh…who would want to?"

Narcissa laughed, "Oh Draco so you say now, but I will guarantee that when you find you are a father every thing will click into place."

Draco laughed.

Draco slipped his hand under the tiny baby's neck and slid the other one under his tiny little bum and gently lifted. His hands were so large and the baby was so small. He shifted the baby to cradle him as he'd seen his mother do and the instant he did the baby stopped crying and snuggled against his chest.

-I will not do this…I will not fall in love with this child…I can't…I can't…I can't…oh gods…I am…I'm totally falling in love with this child. I can't leave him to abandonment. He doesn't deserve it.-

And so totally against his nature he lifted the baby and rubbed his cheek along the fine hairs that covered the baby's head. The baby cooed and snuggled back. Draco felt his heart melting. He couldn't believe this was happening. This was the last thing he needed. But…but it seemed to him that this tiny thing in his arms needed him more than he needed anything.

He lowered the baby back down to rest in his lap and stared down at him.

"Well…" he whispered. The infant looked up at him with those wide violet eyes as if waiting on something. "I suppose I should give you a name. How about…Augustus?" The baby screwed up his face as if understanding. "No, well, that was your great-grandfather's name, and look at how much of a jerk he turned out to be. Ah…I know…Antonius. Maybe Antony for short. And I suppose I should give you a middle name too, though I don't see the point. How about Marquel? Hmm? That was your great-great grandfathers name and he was actually one of the nice ones. He taught me a lot of things." He looked down at the baby who in turn looked back at him. Apparently he liked the name Antonius Marquel. Then so be it. Antonius "Antony" Malfoy.

Antony gave another whimper. Draco wondered what could be wrong. As it was he had no idea what to do. What did he want? What did he need? Well as far as he could remember a baby this small crying and whimpering could only need a.) to be fed b.) to be changed or c.) they were sick. Draco prayed that it wasn't C. He grabbed the blanket he'd pulled out of the basket and wrapped it around Antony. Draco wasn't cold, but Antony was so small he was sure the baby could feel even the slightest breeze. He stood up ever so carefully and walked back into his bedroom. The door shut itself magically behind him. The lights came up on their own according to his will which wasn't very bright. Harsh lights might disturb Antony. He laid the baby on his bed and stepped back.

"Well kido, I suppose you must be hungry. So…I guess I'll get someone. But first…that bitch didn't leave you anything did she? Oh well. We are wizards are we not? Magic can be used for anything." Draco grabbed his wand from the bedside table and thought for a minute. What would a baby need. Well, clothes obviously, and a crib…all babies had cribs, and toys, and food. Well, food he could get from one of the maids. With a flick of his wand there was a crib. A beautiful mahogany crib sculpted after his own bed over flowed with blue and silver blankets and a teddy bear here and there. A small armoire appeared beside the crib filled with all of the best things a baby boy could need. Well, that took care of that.

"All right. Well, we've got that taken care of. Now…for the food part." He snapped his fingers twice slowly and then three times in rapid succession. After a moment a girl, only a few years older than Draco appeared in the room.

"Now Draco, I know I told you, you could call on me whenever you needed but honestly it is 2:45 in the morning!" The girl motioned to her body wrapped in a big pink fluffy robe.

"Shhh…Daniella!" Draco whispered fervently, hoping that Dani hadn't disturbed Antony.

"Why in the Goddess's name would you-"

Antony chose that moment to make himself known. Daniella's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh dear sweet Goddess. Draco is that a…a…baby?!" she whispered, obviously astounded.

Draco had gone to the bed to pick the baby up and quiet him.

"When? Why? Who? How?! Well I bloody well know how but…gods Draco…that's a baby!" Daniella strode over to them and stared. Antony's head was laid on Draco's shoulder and was currently staring at Daniella. "Oh gods…he's beautiful! Can I?" she extended her arms in invitation and Draco laid his son in her arms.

"Oh my gods…what is his name? How old is he? He can't be that old, he's so small!" She ohhed and ahhed over him. "How did he get here, I mean he's obviously yours."

Draco sat on the edge of his bed. "Well, Veronica obviously didn't think he was important enough. So she sent him to me in a basket, with no name and nothing to him. All she said was that he was 3 weeks old, his birthday is July 3rd. And I named him Antonius Marquel Malfoy, ah, Antony for short of course."

"Well, well, well, I think Draco Malfoy that you have grown up, and very quickly at that. Now by the looks of him I think he needs to be fed. If you'll give me a moment I'll go conjure up a bottle for this little guy and a good cup of hot chocolate for you." She reluctantly passed Antony back to Draco and gave him a smile before vanishing.

Draco stared down at his son. "Well Antony, looks like we're in for the long haul on this one."

Antony sighed as though understanding Draco's thoughts. Draco smiled…the first smile, the first real smile he's given in a very very long time.

"Yep, the long haul."

Well, that's the first chapter, and yes, this was just some hair-brained scheme I thought up really late last night. Hope you all like it, and I there will most definitely be Draco/Ginny to come, but this is just sort of the prelude introducing things to everyone. PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I've got a lot of ideas floating around in my head. REVIEW please. I need it!

Ja'ne- Ami