SECRET ( Drarry fanfiction)

Chapter 2

"Let me hold her," Malfoy said the second they were inside and the door was shut.

Harry eyed him distrustfully, but handed the little girl over. Malfoy didn't look any more comfortable than Harry with a baby in his arms. He held her as if she was the most precious and fragile thing in the world and she could break at any moment. His eyes were roaming over her face, taking in every detail with something akin to awe.

"Malfoy, who is she?" Harry asked.

Malfoy took a deep breath and looked at Harry. "My daughter," he answered.

Harry's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Your daughter?!"

"Yes, my daughter," Malfoy sneered. "Are you unable to hear properly?"

Harry felt like he could hear just fine, but it was becoming increasingly clear to him that his brain was incapable of functioning correctly.

"She's not an orphan?" he asked dumbly.

"Not yet," Malfoy muttered, turning away from Harry. He moved into the sitting room and, despite his look of distaste, he sat down on the couch with the little girl cradled in his arms.

Harry followed him and fell into the armchair. "How? When?"

Malfoy exhaled heavily and handed her gingerly back to Harry. Harry took her automatically, then watched as Malfoy started pacing the floor.

"I hate you, Potter," Malfoy said.

"I already know that," Harry said in exasperation. "Do you need a proclamation in return? If so, I can happily tell you that I hate you as well."

Malfoy quirked an eyebrow at him, and Harry was pretty certain Malfoy was amused. "That's good to know," he drawled.

He stopped his pacing suddenly and stared at Harry. "Why did you let me in here? Why didn't you attack last night? Why didn't you have Aurors waiting here for my return since I said I would be back? For that matter, why aren't you screaming and yelling at me at least?"

Harry dropped his gaze to the baby he was holding. To the baby he had believed was an orphan. He met Malfoy's gaze again. "Because I want answers," he responded coldly. "Because I don't think you'd actually kill me," he said knowingly, and watched as Malfoy flinched slightly. Harry paused. "Because somehow, holding a baby tends to slow me down, when it comes to screaming and yelling."

He had to wonder how he was actually keeping himself under control. The urge to yell and curse Malfoy was there, but it was overpowered by the small baby and the need for answers. He hadn't actually lied to Malfoy, but he had to admit, it did sound a little unbelievable considering their history—and considering the events just a few weeks previous.

Malfoy seemed to be the one acting even more bizarre. It was actually a little difficult bringing out his anger when Malfoy wasn't even acting like himself.

Malfoy resumed his pacing.

"Why did you bring your daughter to me?" Harry asked.

"I didn't know where else to take her," Malfoy muttered.

"Malfoy, you do realize most people wouldn't take their child to their enemy," Harry said slowly.

"I know that," Malfoy sniped. "But no one knows about her."

Harry blinked. "No one?"

"No, there's no one alive but me, and now you, that knows she's my daughter," Malfoy replied evenly.

"So, why would you bring her to me?" Harry asked again.

"Who should I take her to?" Malfoy snapped. His shifting moods were going to drive Harry mental. "I could take her to my mother. Mum would love the baby. Although, I'm not sure she'll be overly pleased to learn she's a grandmother," he added thoughtfully. "But it wouldn't matter for long anyway."