Chapter 2
“I know. I know darling. You prefer it fresh from the source. But both are occupied by your brothers right now sweetheart.”
Draco frowns at the little girl in his arms who is refusing the bottled pumped milk. Oh how he would do anything to stop the tears from her daughter.
“Darling please. I know you’re hungry.” Cassie wasn’t a loud crier. It’s more of a whimper with tears and if an adult were to describe it, it’s like she’s hiding that she’s crying—which is more heartbreaking.
“If only I could double as mommy sweetheart.” He said to the infant.
A light bulb. Yes. He could do that. They have stock in the basement.
He walks in their room were Hermione is feeding the boys. Draco walks to them and unceremoniously pinches a hair from Hermione.
“Draco what are you doing?”
“She wants her sustenance straight from your breasts Hermione. And I will not let my daughter starve.”
“Draco stop.”
He does not.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy!”
Holding his daughter in one arm while other hand is pinching the strand of hair from Hermione. Draco slowly turns back at her, swiftly it would have been if not only for the babe in his arm.
“You don’t need to Polyjuice yourself as me. They’re just looking for their mother through smell.”
Hermione scans the room with her eyes. He waits for Hermione’s brilliant suggestion.
“Put on my robe.” He drops the hair strand and now with his free hand, Draco grabbed Hermione’s crimson red silk robe and put it on the free arm. And then transferred the baby on the other arm and put on the robe completely. He looked at Hermione with raised brows telepathically asking what’s next then?
The babe in his arm have stopped crying and was staring at her father, also waiting for what’s next.
“Sit down. Try to feed her again with the bottle.”
And Draco did as instructed. The little girl continues to stare at her father, as if saying thank you father while drinking the bottled milk.
“Maybe you can also charm your hair to be long curly brunette.” Hermione chuckled looking at her husband and their daughter.
Draco did so as Hermione suggested. The little girl giggled looking at her father with his new hair and continued drinking her milk.
“Anything for you love. You’ve got me wrapped around your little fingers.”