Malfoy And Malfoy Is Two!

Prologue: Luna Malfoy?

Dear Cissa,
When you read this it means that I have died. Please place my baby girl with a good pureblooded family. Her name is Luna.
Love,
Cynthia M.

Narcissa read the letter of her dead sister-in-law three times. What was she supposed to do with the little brat. She had her hands full with Draco, her one year old son, he was almost two.
She looked upon the little girl, called a house-elf to take care of the child and waited until her husband would come home.
"Mummy! Baby!" Draco said as he stumbled into the room his mother was in and pointed at Luna.
"It's your cousin Luna! She won't be here for long!" Narcissa said irritably. When would he learn that she didn't want to be disturbed at times like this.
***
"What are we supposed to do with the child, Lucius?" Narcissa asked her husband when he came home.
"Give it to a pureblooded family who wants it, just like my sister wanted!" Lucuius answered. "I doubt that Nott, Avery, Crabbe or Goyle are willing to take her. They have small children of their own under the age of two. MacNair maybe?"
"He's too old, to take care of a baby, besides didn't his wife die a few months ago?"
"You're right. Who then?"
Narcissa threw her hands in the air. "The Lovegoods?"
"Hmmmm..." Lucius said. "They are quite respected, pureblooded and they have been trying for a while now. I only wish that Isaac wasn't running that stupid magazine and his wife wasn't so... experimental!"
"True, but we have no other choice. The girl can't stay here!" Narcissa said.
"Ok, I'll drop her off tomorrow. You write a note, but first you're gonna give me what I deserve!" Lucius said and grabbed Narcissa throwing her on the bed, claiming her body as his own!
***

Isaac and Hayley,
The baby's name is Luna and she is our niece. Take good care of her. We can't take her ourselves with Draco and all, and we think you deserve her with all your trial and error...
Narcissa and Lucius

Hayley Lovegood read over the letter time and time again. Luna was sleeping in her arms. She was about five months old.
Isaac Lovegood stood next to her, reading over her shoulder, his breathing was hurried. Hayley thought it was because of the joy that they finally had a child, even if it was an adopted one.
But Isaac knew the whole tale. That tale was different. Isaac had cheated on his wife with a certain Cynthia Malfoy about a year previous. She was the younger sister of Lucius Malfoy and had the trademark blonde Malfoy hair. Cynthia had worked at the Quibbler and she was single.
One night he had been working late and needed some relief of the tension. His and Hayley's attempt to conceive had again failed. Cynthia was there... Cynthia was available.
Now Cynthia was, but her daughter was alive... her baby daughter... their daughter!