Draco had done his duty after leaving Hogwarts. Married Astoria Greengrass—the daft cow. For two years, they’d fucked five times a month until a healer confirmed both of them nearly barren. At least, with each other. The healer report was damning: the odds of him having a baby with another pureblood were less than one percent. The odds of having one with a halfblood only fifteen to thirty percent, depending on the lineage. But the odds of having a child with a muggleborn— seventy-five fucking percent.