Geneva Molly Malfoy

Chapter One

Geneva Molly Malfoy

Draco's child...she was not Harry's, or Ron's daughter, but Draco's.... The platinum blond young man looked down at the infant who had been placed in his arms. They did not know where her mother was; all they knew was that the baby was, entirely certainly, Draco's. She was awake, but just barely. Who was the mother? He had asked, not wanted to believe the answer his own head gave him. Until we find her, Mr. Malfoy, I'm sorry. Until we find her, we can't tell you, they'd told him time and time again in the past half-hour.

And they, of course, did not know why in hell he was asking...it was obvious. They all knew that the smart, beautiful soft-curled brunette was the mother...they all knew they had been married in secret several months ago...but she had disappeared ten months ago, and now, as they still combed the tiny village for her, Draco looked down at the tiny infant he held. She had placed her own necklace around the baby's neck. Draco had given her the ID plate necklace. On one side was carved her name...but on the other side was a piece of paper that had been magically permanently stuck to the back. It read Geneva Molly Malfoy.

Draco fought the tears rising to his eyes as he looked again down at...his child...his daughter...she was a newborn, barely two hours old. Where was the mother? People were asking him. Everyone knew, of course, that Draco was a father.

He flinched as though slapped. The realization his him harsh and hard. He was a father, and this beautiful baby girl was his daughter, Geneva. Leave it to that beautiful smart young woman to come up with such a lovely name for their daughter. No one had ever in a million years expected to see Draco Malfoy holding a baby, let alone that of his and hers. When they heard that they had been married eighteen months ago, they said No way...not Malfoy and her? I thought they hated each other...

But nights of the Head Boy and Head Girl hiding in the Astronomy Tower, sharing kisses and tales of their days had paid off. When the war came, he had confessed his love to her, and she hers to him. They had had the marriage ceremony performed, and though it was nothing compared to what Draco knew had been in the imagination of his lovely wife, she had loved it...she had loved him. Later that year, in the middle of the war, they had given each other their most precious gifts...their own virginities. But She had run away, or somehow disappeared at the first month, and now he held not his, he finally corrected himself, but their daughter.

"Mr. Malfoy?" One of the wizard detectives broke into Draco's reverie. "Mr. Malfoy, I believe we found your wife's body...we're not certain if she's still...with us or not, but we need you to identify her."

Draco followed, all the while carefully cradling the newborn. He looked at the form they had found. She looked perfectly healthy, she looked alive...but something inside him, or rather, something lying sleepily in his arms told him she was gone. "Yes, yes, that's her." He said softly. Then he knelt beside her form.

"Geneva, say bye-bye to mommy. She's going to be somewhere for a very long time. And from me...I love you, Hermione."