Unfortunately I’m not Drastoria anon but I am Drastoria trash so any headcannons about them finding out they were pregnant? Or taking Scorpius to a quidditch game or idk, just everything and anything about the new Malfoy fam please :)
Thankyou for this❤️ I, too, am Drastoria trash!
I got a bit carried away and this somehow turned into an angsty little fic, hope you like it!
They weren’t going to have children.
They’d discussed it at length and decided it was too much of a risk with Astoria’s health. Her blood malediction was vicious and unpredictable, striking at the most opportune times to remind them both it was still there. Every Healer was sure Astoria wouldn’t make it through pregnancy, let alone childbirth.
Draco hadn’t realised he wanted children until he fell for Astoria. He didn’t care one bit about producing a Malfoy heir and he was sure his name would be a curse on an innocent child. But when he watched Astoria Greengrass willingly take his name - a promise that they were in this together - he found himself thinking about what their child would be like. Would their baby have Astoria’s clear, blue eyes? Would their little girl have Astoria’s dark curls? Would their son inherit his pointed chin?
It was out of the question, surely? She’d already given him so much, sacrificed so much to be with him. He couldn’t ask for more of her, not when it would be such a risk. He had already had to accept that one day he would be faced with a life without her.
Really Draco should have known, but telling Astoria Malfoy she wasn’t able to do something only made her more determined and more likely to achieve it.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, on a cool and bright February afternoon. She stared him down, almost daring him to tell her off.
He swallowed. Too many emotions came at once, all of them usurped by overwhelming shock.
“But… your potion?” he stuttered and she smirked. “You’ve been taking your potion.”
“Of course.”
“I fail to see how these two facts correlate.”
She took both his hands in hers and it was only then that Draco realised he’d left her standing alone in this admittance to him. He’d wittered on about potions when he should have been by her side instantly, reassuring her that this was okay.
Because it was okay. Wasn’t it?
“Remember when I was sick last month?”
Draco’s eyes widened as he realised what had happened. She gazed up at him unblinking, looking fearful for the first time.
“How do you feel about it?” she whispered.
Draco couldn’t find the words to explain to her how he was conflicted between sheer joy and overwhelming fear. Instead, he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her small frame tightly, kissing her hair.
It was the scariest time in Draco’s life. Every small change Astoria’s body went through sent ripples of panic through him. Despite her insistence that she was fine, he wished with all his heart that he could take some of the burden for her.
Not that their son (they were having a boy!) was a burden, and Astoria reminded him everyday that she was doing this for their family.
So that she would never leave Draco alone.
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is born on the twenty fourth of October, and it’s terrifying and agonising. Draco is supposed to be coaching Astoria to breathe through the ordeal, but he can barely breathe himself. There are Healers everywhere, almost as if they’re expecting something to go wrong.
Astoria’s not in a good way, and before Draco knows what’s happening, suddenly she’s whisked away and he’s standing with the tiniest baby he’s ever seen cradled in his arms and he is absolutely petrified.
Because Scorpius is so small and fragile and what if he drops him? What if he hurts him? What if Scorpius is scared of him?
He looks around the room in alarm, panic fizzing through him, then he gazes down at the baby and it all just… stops. Scorpius opens his eyes and blinks up at Draco, as if he knows exactly who he is and why he’s holding him; as if Scorpius understands where his mother is, why she isn’t the one holding him.
The Healers say it’s a miracle Astoria survived. Astoria scoffs at this and comments that it’s a wonder any woman survives childbirth. Weeks later, when she’s ready to talk about it, she confesses to Draco that she thought she was going to die. Draco holds her, straight away this time, because he’s a father now and he knows how to step up.
Scorpius wakes and his faint cries fill the room. Draco picks him up, carries him (because he knows how to do that now!) and settles him in Astoria’s arms. He quietens as he feeds, and they both watch him admiringly.
“You’re here,” Draco reminds Astoria. “You’re here and I’m here and our son is here.”