"Mr. Malfoy, a message has been delivered for you."

"Langley, get the hell out of my office," Draco snapped.

William Langley stepped back off the border where the carpet met hardwood, marking the territory of Draco Malfoy. He looked down, "Sorry Mr. Malfoy. But the message-"

"I'm busy, leave it...wherever," Draco waved him off turning back to the document in front of him.

His assistant held up the note, "But Mr. Malfoy, it's from Ms. Parkinson."

"Fine, give the damn message," Draco ordered tiredly, holding a hand out expectantly. If it was another one of her false alarms or bloody cravings he was going to kill her.

Langley came forward handing it over and Draco looked at him. "Well get out," Draco ordered with a look of 'what are you still doing here?'

"Right, sorry sir."

"Don't apologize, just get out."

"Right," Langley hurriedly left the office and Draco looked down at the parchment.

"Holy shit," Draco whispered, putting his head in his hands, "Pansy."

He grabbed his robe off the hook and stormed out of the office. "Langley!" he barked.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy?" the younger man squeaked.

"Come on," Draco said, "I need a drink."

The next day Draco had sobered up after a pounding headache and a potion.

Draco sighed, after dragging himself around his room to get ready, he was out of the manor and had flooed to St. Mungos.

"Parkinson," he told the receptionist. The receptionist looked up at him warily after checking some files.

"Sir Ms. Parkinson...she's..."

"Dead," Draco finished emotionlessly, "I know."

"So then...sir..."

"The child," Draco snapped. "She's under my custody now. I was the father."

"Oh, I'm so sorry sir-"

"Whatever, where is she?" Draco asked.

The woman slid her glasses from the top of her head to rest on the bridge of her nose as she opened another file and slid it across the desk to him. "I'll need you to fill out the paperwork first."

"Fine."

Draco looked at the parchment in front of him. Everything was already filled out, probably by the healers and medi-witches.

He looked at the birth certificate.

Eye colour: Blue/Gray. Hair Colour: Blonde.

Apparently she looked like her father.

Draco looked at the blank spot on the document. The line where the child's name was supposed to be, was blank. Draco looked at the receptionist.

"What happened to her?"

"The baby's perfectly healthy."

"Not the baby," Draco looked back down at the counter, "Pansy."

"She died giving birth sir. There was too much stress-"

Draco cut her off, "Never mind. Forget I asked."

He looked at the certificate.

Juliet Pansy Malfoy

Juliet. He knew that was one of the names Pansy had been thinking of. And adding Pansy in there was a no-brainer. Malfoy...well giving her Parkinson would raise too many questions.

"Here." Draco shoved the file back at the receptionist after signing his name and was then directed to see his daughter.

He followed a medi-witch down a corridor until he reached the large glass window. Inside, each baby lay in a glass tray-looking think, cushioned by pink or blue blankets accordingly.

Draco looked around until his eyes landed on a baby wrapped in a pink blanket with a label above her head saying 'Parkinson'.

Nearly an hour later, Draco had collected himself enough to take the little girl home. As soon as he stepped through the doors into the large estate a house elf greeted him cautiously.

"Good morning Master Draco," the tiny elf squeaked.

Draco looked at the elf, "On the contrary Yip."

"Sorry Master Draco," the elf, Yip, bowed her head shamefully and Draco paused.

"Not your fault."

"Thank you Master Draco."

Draco nodded in acknowledgement at the elf. Yip looked up at the baby in Draco's arm. The small elf stood on her toes to get a better look, peeking over the blanket.

"Master Draco has a child?" Yip smiled.

Draco turned his attention to the small form that was asleep in his arms. "Yeah...go prepare a room for the baby."

The elf nodded and with a faint pop was gone from the room. Draco stared at the baby in his arms.

She had slightly curly, but more wavy than anything, blonde hair, the identical colour to his own. She seemed like the tiniest little being in the word, barely reaching from Draco's fingertips to the bend of his elbow. He touched the side of her face with the back of his hand.

He sighed and went into the living room, sitting with the infant on his lap, supporting her head with one hand, whilst picking up a book and beginning to read with the other.

Draco couldn't focus. Two days ago he thought the issue with too many underage muggleborns 'accidently' doing magic in the plain sight of muggles was a big problem. He was one of the head of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad and connected as a co-head to the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee. Normally he didn't have to do much. He was basically paid a more than decent amount of money to just sit around all day filing reports on each incident and giving the occasional explanation to feed to muggle communities when things went wrong.

Not like he needed the money. He had enough heritance to live more than comfortably for the rest of his life.

But now, all of that was the least of his worries. Now, he had to deal with the repercussions of having a child. And that was much more than just a problem.

Draco jumped as the little girl in his arms let out a blood-curdling cry. "Shit," Draco swore as the baby's arms began to flail and her little face scrunched up with each scream. Draco began attempting to rock the child. The rocking seemed more like shaking though as Draco wasn't sure how to handle a crying baby.

"Hush," he whispered harshly down at the bundle of pink.

"Master Draco?"

Draco 'rocked' the little girl faster, "Quiet."

"Master Dr-Draco?"

"What?" Draco yelled. "What do you want?"

The small elf in the doorway moved back, hiding behind the pillar a bit. "Master Draco has a visitor."

Draco put a hand to his head as the child continued to scream, "Who is it?"

"Ministry worker," the elf's high-pitched voice travelled over the crying and Draco sighed.

"Fine...here," he passed the screaming child over to the house elf. "Make it...stop."

"Yip!" Draco called, the crying getting fainter and farther away.

"Yes Master Draco?" Yip popped into the room and Draco took a deep breath smoothing his hair down with his hand.

"Where's the...visitor?"

"In the foyer, would you like Yip to bring her here Master Draco?"

"Not here, my study," Draco instructed. Yip nodded and left. Draco sat down for a minute, calming himself. Taking deep breaths he closed his eyes for a minute before standing again and heading to the study.

He pushed open the doors, "Hi, Draco Mal- Granger?"

Hermione looked up from her seat in front of the huge, dark, wooden desk. "Hi," she smiled slightly as he sat down on the edge of his desk, his legs dangling in front of her. She shifted back in her seat away from him and he looked at her.

"What, Granger, are you doing in my house?"

"It's your house now?" she asked out of curiosity.

Draco shrugged, "Well let's see, my father's rotting away in Azkaban and mother's losing her sanity slowly with each moment in some mental hospital in France. So yeah, I think it's my house now."

Hermione nodded, "Alright. Well, I'm sorry to intrude into your ho-"

"No you're not," Draco interrupted.

"Okay I'm not. You set up a meeting with me today though and when I went to your office you weren't there. Zabini helped me floo here."

"Blaise?" Draco stopped. Blaise. He hadn't told Blaise a thing. He hadn't even talked to his best mate in the past few months. How was he going to explain the baby?

"Yeah, him," Hermione clarified. "Anyway, do you have time for the meeting now?"

"Not really," Draco bit. "If I was I think I would have shown up to work today. Besides, I didn't have any meeting today. Especially not with the likes of you."

"I'm sorry, let me introduce myself." Hermione held out a hand, "Hermione Granger, head of the Muggle Liaison Office."

Now that rang a bell. He had scheduled a meeting for something like that.

"Hm. Last I checked you were working with all of that magical creature business," Draco commented almost to himself, but loud enough for her to hear.

"I was, but after awhile it became too routinely. Nothing ever changed. I decided to try something else," she explained.

"Too routinely?" he repeated. "I thought routine was what you live for."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Me routinely? What about you? You have a job just bossing other people around, you still have your...house elves," she looked at him with disgust, "doing your work for you. Nothing about you has changed. You have all these people helping you stand on your own two feet." She sighed and tucked a loose curl back into her haphazardly done bun, "Which is why I've come to talk to you, I was supposed to check on how your department was running since-"

"Master Draco, Yip needs Master's help with the ba-" the elf was cut off when Draco jumped off the desk and slapped a hand across her mouth.

"Malfoy, that is no way to treat an innocent little creature! She has rights! One of which should allow her to speak freely without having her 'Master'-" Hermione was just getting started when Malfoy looked at her.

"Great Granger, hold that thought, I have some other...business to attend to. I'll be right back." Draco excused himself from the room and followed the elf into the living room where another elf was holding the baby, frantically looking around for something to help stop the constant cries coming from the bundle.

Draco looked up in exasperation. "Master Draco, what would you like Mitzy to do?" the elf asked.

Draco took the crying baby into his own arms unenthusiastically and turned to the elves, "Well what's wrong with her?"

"Neither Mitzy or Yip knows," the small house elf looked close to tears and Draco rubbed his temples tiredly.

Draco tried 'rocking' the baby again but the crying continued. He was left to do the only thing he could think of, "Graaaaangerrrr!"

"Go get the...guest," he instructed Mitzy and she agreed, popping into the study.

"Hello Miss."
Hermione smiled at the elf, "Hello, Hermione Granger," she held out a hand, "and you?"

Mitzy gave her an odd look before shaking the hand, "Mitzy. Master Draco would like you to be in the living room, Miss."

Hermione's fist clenched angrily, "He could have told me himself, Mitzy," she informed the little elf. "Do you feel your 'Master' is taking advantage of you?"

"Not at all Miss, Master Draco is much better than Master Malfoy, Master Draco's father that is. But, Miss, Master Draco has urgently requested your presence," the elf squeaked.

"I think your master will be fine without my presence," Hermione sighed.

"Graaaaaangerrr!" came the bellowed yell of Draco Malfoy.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Alright, where exactly is this master of yours?"

"This way Miss."

A/N: So what do you think for the first chapter? Love it, hate it, like it, dislike it? Think it could be better?

If any of you are interested in beta-ing or know a great beta I'd be interested. I know there are probably a billion and one mistakes with this chapter alone.

ANyways,

Scarlett