Disclaimer: the Malfoy's are not and never will be mine. They belong to J K Rowling. I just borrow her toys and play with them.

Authors note: I have missed writing the Malfoy's so much! So when I got this idea I had to write it. The story is in three parts; with part one complete (about 20000 words) so updates will be often for the next few weeks.

'From the first time the doctor placed you in my arms, I knew I'd met death before I let you met harm…'- Will Smith, Just the two of us…

Father's Son

Chapter 1: Something

Storm clouds had come over the Malfoy manor that evening. Hanging over the manor as if they were going to forbade the tragedy that was about to happen there. If there had ever been a bad omen that was it. Narcissa Malfoy had not noticed it though. She had been far to concerned about her bump and all her thoughts were based on the child inside. The baby she had been sure was ready to come, despite her due date not being for another three weeks. She had had a feeling something was going to happen for days. Lucius had tried to brush it away. She had been wrong. Of that, he had been sure. The baby could not be ready to come. Not yet. It wasn't possible. But then to his horror half way through the night she had woke him, in agony and told him to fetch someone from St Mungos. It didn't matter when the little one was due. He was on his way. He was coming.

The next six hours had been the longest of both of their lives. It had been painful for Lucius to sit in the living room and hear her scream. It got to him. He couldn't bare to hear the woman he loved in pain.

When he was about to barge up and tell her he was going to hold her hand and he didn't care what she said or how she looked, a healer had come down to him to give him two pieces of news.

The good and the bad.

He had a son. He had a small son, but a son none the less. With tears in her eyes she then revealed he had lost his wife in the process. Narcissa had died in child birth. She was done. And so now he sat in his child's room trying to figure out how it had happened. She had been young. She had been healthy. She had been beautiful and perfect. He'd never met any one like her. He had told all this to the healers but it made no difference. Where she was she could not be healed they had told him. She was gone. They couldn't bring her back.

Lucius Malfoy was not a man who felt fear. He didn't worry, get nervous or scared. Nothing got to him normally. So he couldn't figure out as he looked in to the crib why he felt all of those emotions.

His son. His boy. He was tiny.

He looked at his son with curiosity. He had never seen such a tiny human. His hand was the size of Lucius's palm. Not even that. Lucius had toes bigger than the boys fingers.

This scrap in the blanket was his son. This little pink squirt. His wife's murderer?

No… he couldn't find it in his heart to blame him. If he could have he would have he was sure. But he couldn't do it to the boy.

He had adored Narcissa. She had been his love and his life had been complete when he had met her, just under a decade ago. The love of his life? What a cliché. And it didn't do her justice. Not by a long way. She had been so much more than that…

When she had agreed to marry him he had not been surprised. They were from the two best families in England. It had been a marriage of common sense. And one of the deepest love. His mother and his father had not been blessed with the love they had been. He had been the lucky one, not the two of them. He had had her to himself for the past two years. The best years he had yet had. Two blissful, sunny years. And now she was gone. Gone forever, and with no hope of returning. In her place she had left this boy who Lucius feared. Fear? No surely he didn't fear a baby.

"Yes I do."

He said out loud so it was real. His voice shock and was broken. He must be crying he thought to himself. He hadn't in such a long time, he had forgotten what it was to cry. He had had no reason to till that appalling night. He had though he had been strong enough not to cry, but the cool tears that soothed his cheeks had to be coming from his eyes. There couldn't come for any other place.

What was he going to do with the boy? He didn't know how to be a father. He didn't know the first thing about his son, he was foreign to him. Where would he even begin? That had been Narcissa's area. She was going to be the one who looked after the boy day in and day out till he had been old enough to go to school. She had been the one doing all the reading. From the day she had learned she was pregnant she had been devoted to the bump she had carried with her. He had been the centre of everything for her. Their life, their family. The baby she said was going to be the making of her. She was going to be such a wonderful mother.

Every dream she and her husband had had for them had died with her. It was meant to be the three of them. Two just didn't work. She had been the piece of the jigsaw he had been missing before she had come in to his world and now she was missing once more, only there was no hope of her being found. Not this time. The jigsaw would remain half done for eternity now.

They still had so much to do. She had had no right to leave him as she had. Not that it had been her choice, he thought to himself.

With great effort he got himself out of the chair which was placed next to his sons crib by his mother. For the night feed, she had said to him when they had put it in.

Yeah right, as if I am going to do the night feed, he thought to himself when she had explained. She would have too…

He had been so selfish towards her.

He turned to the door. He didn't know where he was going to go. Nothing made sense to him at that moment. Without Narcissa he didn't know what he was going to do. She had been the one who had made all the plans. Who had been there when he had been down and who had talked him out of his depression when it had struck. Who was going to be there for him now? He didn't want anyone and it felt like there was no one left.

But as the door opened he heard a sound. A cry. A soft, but distressed cry. The baby was awake.

For a cruel angry second he thought about walking off, leaving this one hour old human being to his own devices. If he had wanted someone he should have taken care of his mother.

A part of him hoped the boy would follow his mother. That he was too small to cope without her. That way he would have a decent parent.

But as he was about to step over the threshold Lucius knew he couldn't do it.

This was his son, her son, their son!

If he walked out of that room then he was walking out on all hope off the two of them having a relationship. If he walked out then the boy would be raised by nanny's and tutors and useless governesses.

His son deserved more. Her son deserved more. He didn't want that for him.

They were all one another had now in the way of family. His mother and father were dead. His wife was. This was it. The two of them. The Malfoy's. A dying breed?

He had to grow in that moment and be a man. He had to be a man for his son. It was time to be a father.

He went back over to the crib slowly, as if he was on a plank. The boy was alarming him. Just the baby's presence in the room did that.

Looking at the baby for the first time he really saw him. He had never taking his features in before. He had been like all the other babies he had seen. But this wasn't every other baby. He was…his baby.

His baby boy.

His opening eyes revealed big grey ones, just like his own. It was a mirror image. He was a part of Lucius… the most precious part…

"Hello," he said to him and the baby hushed for a moment as if listening to him. "I'm your father," Lucius explained to him. The boy must know the voice thought Lucius to himself. He had heard it every day for the past nine months. Something familiar. Perhaps the first thing that was since he had come in to the world. "I'm your daddy."

Lucius chuckled at that despite his tears. He could see himself as a father. But not a daddy. Which was obviously what the child needed. He didn't need someone to tell him how to act and not to cry. He needed someone to hold and kiss him. Tell him everything was going to be ok.

He had begun crying again.

"Ok," he said as he leant over the crib he had put his son into half an hour before hand. "Let's see how we do at this shall we?" he asked as he lifted him back into his arms.

He was so tiny, and could not even hold his own head up his father noted. Yet picking him up was more natural than he thought it would be.

Lucius wondered what was wrong with the boy to make him cry. The wet nurse had fed him already.

He could not need changing already. Yet, when he was held he did not make a sound. Rather, the boy seem to settle quickly for a newborn (from what he knew of them, which was little) and fall back to sleep. Lucius walked over to the chair and sat back down, holding his son close to him and his heart. He had just wanted his father, thought Lucius to himself. He had lost his mother. He needed his dad. It was a very odd feeling. To have someone need him…

"Well it is just you and me now son," he said to him. Son…

"Your mother has left you with two things." he said to him. "Me and a name. So I think we should use it, don't you…Draco…Draco Lucius Malfoy…I like it baby dragon." he said to him.

Lucius felt warmer when he was holding his son than he had when he had been on his own. It was good to know there was still life apart from him on earth. He had felt so alone when he had been told she was dead. He knew things were never going to be the same now his wife was gone. There was always going to be a bitter sweetness to the rest of his days. Any happy moments he had were never going to be complete for him without her there. But it wasn't going to end his life. He had to be stronger than he ever had been before if he was going to look after him as his son deserved to be.

Lucius knew he had made the right choice when he had turned back and picked his son up. If he had walked away then and Narcissa wherever she was would never have forgiven him.

In this dark cloud Draco was going to be his silver lining.

He had to get through this for the two of them.

For a moment when Lucius awoke the next morning every thing was back to the way he thought it should be. Narcissa was up in bed sleeping with their child safely in her womb and he was going to get up and go to work. When he got back she would be ready to have dinner together, and then they were going to make plans for the little one.

Then he remembered. Nothing was normal. The day before his life had changed for good. He wasn't even in the right bed. He had slept the night before in the guest room. He had not been able to go back to the bed room he had shared with her. It had been too soon. It was still to soon. He couldn't go in there. Not when the room still smelt of her perfume.

He had to get up. He had to take care of the boy. There was still a point to life he told himself. He had to go on.

So he pulled himself off of the bed. He had not got under the covers the night before. It would have taken effort. By the time he had left his son he had just wanted to sleep for an eternity. He had had no such luck. He had barely got two hours. His body felt so heavy, getting up had never been such a effort. He felt just purely exhausted and over whelmed by his grief…

He had a son.

Lucius shut his eyes as he remembered that fact. He had a baby boy who needed him.

And who he wanted. Who he wanted in his arms.

Practically running down to the nursery he had to check on him. He had been premature. What if something had happened to him? In the night, and he hadn't been there. What if he had… the maids had been instructed to fetch him if something was wrong but. ..

When he got there though he found the child had sleep well. He had made it through the first night and he was going to be fine.

The wet nurse who had just given him his first feed of the day gave the boy to his grateful father. He had clearly been worried for his son.

No more.

"Good morning Draco." he said proudly.

But there was nothing good about that morning he thought to himself. Here it was. The first day of the rest of his life without his darling, his beloved, his soul.

She was gone.

"There is going to be no one to keep me and you in line, little one." he said to his son.

Still. At least they had each other… that was something he supposed.

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