A Deatheater's Life ( A Draco Malfoy fanfic)

Getting into the Christmas Spirit

A knock on my door startled me the next morning when I woke up. I had black joggers on, and an old Slytherin Pride t shirt. I moved my blankets out of the way and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Another impatient knock sounded at the door.

"Would you hurry up, Kate? This stuff is getting heavy," Draco whined at the door. I opened the door for him but all I could see was red and green glittering decorations overflowing from a box. A smile  gleamed on my face as I realized that I would get to put up all of my Christmas decorations today. 

Draco came in and put the stuff down and went back down to get more boxes; I had a lot of decorations. He was wearing a dark gray Slytherin quidditch hoodie (We had no other sports teams or other schools, so all of our shirts and sweatshirts were Slytherin, which was okay with me.) and black skinny jeans with black converse. I've never understood why he wears dress clothes so often, he looks so much better in casual clothing.

He came back up with the rest of the boxes, and within two hours my bedroom looked like a Christmas wonderland. Draco and I decorated together, both ignoring the mistletoe growing over our heads when we got close.There were faerie lights all around my fireplace, I had a tree in the corner, there was a wreath above my fireplace and I wrapped some decorative tinsel strands around the canopy of my bed. I lit several candles ( all Christmas scented, of course). I had a record player on a short bookshelf along one of my walls, and it was softly playing Christmas music. 

"This looks amazing," he said as he flopped down onto my bed to admire our work.

"Not too bad if I don't say so myself," I grinned as I flopped down next to him. We sat there for awhile before his stomach made a strangled cat noise and we decided to go downstairs for some breakfast. We were on about the second level before we hear a blood curdling scream come from the direction of Pansy's room. I stop dead in my tracks and look at Draco, who's stopped as well. I didn't know color could drain from a face as pale as his, but he was as white as the snow outside. I heard several people's footsteps rushing towards the room and the whooshing of apparation, presumably taking Pansy to St. Mungo's. I heard someone rush up behind Draco and I and apparate with us, too, because he was paralyzed in fear. 

~several hours later~

A nervously pale Draco walked out of the hospital room that Pansy was in, total shock spread across his face.

"Draco are you okay?" I questioned. For having a newborn child, he didn't look ecstatic. 

"She..she lied to me," his voice trailed off, barely audible at all. Deep down I knew in my gut what he was talking about, but I refused to let myself believe it.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't play dumb, you know what I mean. It's not my kid," he said coldly, "Let's go home." He took my hand and we apparated, but we didn't go back to his house. We ended up on a road with what looked like century old cottages lining it.

"Draco I really hope you're not doing what I think you're doing," he dropped my hand and turned towards me.

"I have to tell Blaise he has a child," he told me. No emotion spread across his face. He was blocking out any emotion, he was upset.

"Draco, why don't you wait until you're feeling better to do this," I stepped closer to him. 

" Hey! Malfoy! What'ya doin' here!" Blaise was about 20 feet away, seemingly just stepped out of his house with my best friend and his girlfriend Daphne glued to his waist. Draco snapped around and glared at him.

"I've got some news!" Draco yelled back. He  turned back towards me and tenderly took my hand, indicating I could trust him. I didn't know if I could. No one makes good decisions when they're in emotional turmoil. We started walking over to them and they started walking over to us.

Blaise spotted our intertwined hands.

"Ahah, got ourselves a mistress, have we?" he laughed, "I thought you had to be nice to the Pansy bitch, but going behind her back like this is't going to help, mate."

"She's not my mistress," Draco nearly choked on his words.

"So how is your baby anyways? I wouldn't even want to see it. A combination of you and Pansy? Jesus, that baby would be the most ugly, malicious thing ever created," Blaise scoffed.

"That's what I'm here about. There's something I just don't seem to understand and I was wondering if you could help me figure it out," Draco said smoothly.

"Well what, then?" he snapped, obviously annoyed.

"I don't understand how I, the palest person on earth, and Pansy who is obviously white, could have a 

black

baby."

Rage shook through Blaise, he knew he made a mistake, he knew he fucked up.  Daphne, who I forgot was there dropped his hand in disbelief.

"So you have a kid now?" she asked timidly.

"I swear to God, Malfoy," Blaise yanked his wand from his pocket, "if you're lying to me this will be the end of you!"

He apparated, and left the three of us to process what had just happened.