Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

1 - The Malfoy Heir

A/N: This is BOOK TWO of the Blaire Zabini series, so if you haven't read the first one then please go back and do so.

To the rest of you; enjoy!

Recent edit: 2nd June 2021 - updated cover designed and created by kr1st3nnn thank you!

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I squeezed the sponge, allowing the water to run back into the tub before pressing it against my son's cheek, gently wiping away his tears.

"I'm sorry, Mummy," he sobbed, "I just wanted to be brave like Daddy."

My heart clenched as it always did when he mentioned his father; the father he had never met but knew so well through the endless stories I told.

"I need you, Jack," I whispered, "you must understand that I can't lose you. Yes, Daddy was brave, brave like Uncle Neville. But it was their acts of bravery which took them away from me in the end."

I kissed the tip of his nose and pulled back, looking into his beautiful grey eyes; his father's eyes.

Pain shot through me as I recalled that day six years previously.

Draco had, of course, tried to save us all; but thanks to his father, he'd never achieved it. Instead, we had watched as Voldemort finally defeated Harry before ordering the attack on Hogwarts.

It was all down to Hermione's quick reflexes, however, that many of us had been saved from the explosion due to the powerful protection shield she'd cast over us.

And that is how we found ourselves hiding out underground; a small, yet fiercely loyal family of wizards and witches working every day to plan on bringing down the most evil wizard in history.

With protection spells in place, and a lot of hard work and planning; we had managed to make a series of tunnels underneath Hogwarts grounds into a liveable and working environment.

There was a slight snag, however, when I discovered that I had been, in fact, two months pregnant during the Battle of Hogwarts.

I had been putting all my symptoms down to shock and stress, so when Hermione asked me if there was a possibility I could be pregnant, I couldn't say no; Draco and I had hardly used the most reliable form of 'contraception' during our Easter interlude, after all.

I got awarded a major Granger lecture for my explanation ("If I relied on Ron to do that, I'd be spitting them out faster than his mother!").

We both fell into a silence after that; remembering Fred.

So, that was how Jack came into it. And even though I had been utterly terrified, his unexpected existence suddenly became my light during the darkest moments of my life.

And it made me feel close to Draco, knowing this child had been created from our love; this beautiful little boy who looked a lot like me but had inherited the Malfoy piercing grey eyes.

I hated that I couldn't go and see him; to let him know I was alive and that he had fathered our beautiful son. But it was too dangerous to let ourselves known; the moment Voldemort were to get wind of our hideout, he would no doubt smoke us all out and kill every single one of us.

I wrapped Jack up in a towel and pulled him onto my lap as I kissed the top of his head, nuzzling his soft body into me.

"Why is everyone sad today, Mummy?" He asked quietly, a slight tremor to his voice as though he was afraid he was asking something wrong.