A Note from the Author: Just a little story I thought of this evening. I hope you enjoy and I do not own Harry Potter. However, if someone offered me personal claim to Draco Malfoy, I wouldn't deny.

1.

Draco Malfoy's morning was off to a pretty normal start; he woke up, got a shower, got dressed, and was about to head to the dining hall to see what was prepared for breakfast. As he made his way down the steps of his mansion, the mansion he had inherited following his mother's death, he heard something that sounded like a wounded animal right outside his front door. Draco scoffed and continued to walk away when the screeching began to grow louder and louder.

"Oh, shove off!" Draco shouted, clearly in a sour mood. He had to hurry and eat so that he could get to the Ministry. He had three meetings scheduled in one day and he was not at all pleased with that matter. In fact, if it wasn't for his high position on the Ministry, he would most likely skip all three meetings but unfortunately, he was a Malfoy and this was his job.

As Draco continued around the corner, he couldn't get the annoying cries out of his head. Sighing, he decided to open the door. If there was an animal, he would just kick it back on its way. Draco swung the heavy front door open and gaped at what he found. In front of him, there was a basket and in that basket, there was a baby.

"Oh no," Draco shook his head, "Oh hell to the bloody no! This can't be happening to me!" Draco glared at the little bundle in the basket, "Well," he growled, "I suppose I can't just kick you back on your way, can I?" He picked up the basket and carried it into the mansion. Once inside, he unwrapped the bundle from the blanket and stared at the little pink ball. Little blonde curls stood up along the baby's head. As soon as he had picked her up, she stopped crying.

"Well," Draco sighed, "What am I supposed to do with you? Where's your mother and father, huh?" He knew his parents weren't exactly the model of perfection but he highly doubted they would dump him off on a stranger's porch, "What's your name? Do you have a name?" The baby smiled a toothless grin and Draco sneered, "So you think you're cute, eh? Well, you aren't staying here with me, that's for bloody sure." The little baby cooed and Draco frowned. He had no idea what to do. He couldn't take care of a baby, "Maybe if I take you the Ministry with me today, they'll know what to do with you."

Draco carried the baby into the dining hall where Zed, his house elf was waiting for him. The table was prepared with black, silver, and green table decorations. There was a plate of eggs, potatoes, and fruit sat at my place. To anyone else, it would have been lavish; to Draco, it was the usual. Zed looked up and his sunken eyes nearly popped out of their wrinkled sockets.

"Master Malfoy," Zed exclaimed, "Who do we have here?"

"I found her," Draco answered, thinking he sounded rather much like a child who had just found a puppy and was asking his parents if he could keep it. Of course, he knew he couldn't keep the baby. "She was just sitting there on the porch, crying."

"Oh my…was there a note?"

"Note?"

"Not to be condescending, Master, but did you not check to see if there was a note with this new little addition?"

"She is not an addition. I will be taking her to the Ministry with me this morning and the Minister can see what shall be done with her," Draco snarled at the word, Minister.

"Yes, I am sure the Minister will know what to do," Zed agreed.

"Here," Draco shoved the baby girl into the arms of the elf, "You feed her something and I'll check to see if there is a note."

"As you wish, Master. Come along, dearie."

Draco rolled his eyes and headed back to the entry way and picked up the basket. He dug around in the blankets until he found a piece of paper. He unfolded it and began to read:

Dearest Draco,

I do not have any excuse and I know you don't need this in your life right now, but I just can't take care of her. She is a five months old and she is a beautiful, darling little thing. I love her so much which is why I know I cannot take care of her any longer. I do not have the money nor do I have the time. I know you are a busy man and I know you don't want to think about a child right now, but she needs someone to take care of her and I know you are the only one who can give her what she needs. Please take care of her.

Draco glared at the note. What kind of mother would just throw her child at someone – much less him! He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's were never any good with kids – just look at how his father had treated him! Draco crumpled up the note and threw it back into the basket. He would just have to take the baby, whoever she was, to the Ministry with him this morning. He practically seethed at the thought of what the Minister and his secretary would say.

"Master," Zed approached, carrying the baby, "Did you find a note?"

"Yeah," Draco sneered, "The damn mother tossed her child out as if she were a piece of garbage! Said she wanted me to take care of her because she cant'! That's a stupid reason if you ask me!"

"Well, Master, maybe she really can't. Maybe this mother cannot afford a child and knowing the Malfoy name…"

"She knew I would be able to provide for it," Draco groaned, "I can't take care of a child!"

"What do you plan to do with the thing then, Master?"

"I'm taking it to the Ministry as I had said earlier. The Minister will know what to do and they can put the thing up for adoption or something. All I know is, I can't handle babies. They cry, they smell, they soil themselves, and they eat. It is just positively revolting!"

"Does the thing have a name, sir?" Zed asked.

"No. Why?"

"Well, she is in your charge for now. Maybe you can give her an appropriate name."

"Appropriate name? Zed, I don't even know a thing about this child! How am I supposed to name it?"

"Alright, I'll go warm up your breakfast. Sit here with her and think on it, Master."

Draco tried to hold back on hitting the old house elf. Who did he think he was, telling him what to do! Draco held the baby and sat down on one of the black leather couches. He propped the kid up in his arms and looked at her.

"You aren't half ugly, kid," he scoffed, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were cute. But don't get any ideas or anything! You aren't staying here; no way! I…I don't have time for a kid. I don't even want kids! Don't get me wrong, it's nothing personal, it's just…my family history of parenting isn't the best. You don't deserve me as a father. You need someone who will take care of you."

The baby looked up at him and blinked her pretty blue eyes and Draco winced.

"Alright, Zed says I should probably come up with a decent name for you if I am the one who is going to have to look after you for awhile until the Ministry can figure out where to put you. Hmm…what's a good name for a girl?" Draco bit his lower lip as he thought on it, "How about…Atropine?" The baby made a gurgling nose that sounded displeased, "Alright," Draco sighed, "I won't name you Poison or anything bad like that. Hmm…how about December? That's pretty, right? December Rose Malfoy…only, you won't have Malfoy in your name. So, what do you think?" The baby began to coo happily, "Alright then, December Rose it is."

After eating his breakfast, Malfoy carried little December over to the fireplace. He tossed in a bit of floo powder and, during the transition, found himself holding tighter to the child. What was that? He wasn't concerned about her, was he? He shook the thought from his head as he found himself in the Ministry of Magic. He held his head high as he walked past his secretary's desk, trying to ignore her.

"Draco!" She cried, "You're late! I've been trying to hold off Krux but he insists that the meeting start. I-I didn't know what to do. He can be so forceful sometimes and…is that…a…baby?"

"Yes," Draco answered sourly, "It is. She was on my porch this morning and I'm taking her to the Minister to see if he can offer any advice on what to do with her."

"Does she have a name!" Before Draco knew it, she had taken the baby from him and was cooing at it annoyingly. Draco tried to keep his calm.

"Yes she does, December Rose."

"Oh my goodness! That is such a pretty name! I wonder who came up with it…"

"I did," Draco blushed, "She didn't have a name and the note that was with her didn't say anything. I figured the kid needed a name so I named her."

"Well it is a very pretty name, Draco."

"Thank you," Draco answered sincerely, "Hey, do you mind watching her for me, it'll just be while I'm in my meeting with Krux, if he hasn't left yet."

"He's still there – steaming, but still there. And of course I'll watch Deci for you."

"Deci?" Draco tasted the nickname on his tongue, "Thank you, Granger."

"No problem," Hermione smiled at him as she carried little December Rose over to her desk, "We're going to have loads of fun today, Deci. Your daddy won't be long. He just has meetings but when those are over, he'll be right back out to see you."