Draco & daughter
He’d never held a baby before her.
Had never even been in the same room with one until she’d come screaming into the world, humbling and changing him yet again.
Not that it had stopped him from trying to make one, even before they’d officially started trying and he knew it wouldn’t happen, not while Hermione was on the potion.
But the urge had always been there, heady and cauterizing, each time he’d taken her to bed. A baby would be another thread in the cord that bound them together and the end of a legacy he couldn’t wait to be free of.
Holding her that first time had been overwhelming; to see and feel his dream realized. So small but with so much potential to grow.
But he'd learn. He'd do whatever it took to help his child thrive.
To be so happy.
To know she was so loved.
Looking at her now, just a few weeks old, he felt that familiar pressure rise up in his chest.
“I love you,” he told her firmly, definitively.
Her eyes turned up to find his, still the undecided slate-grey of babies. The same color as his. He hoped they’d warm into the rich brown of her mother’s but for now, he stared down into his own eyes and exhaled softly.
“Daddy loves you,” he murmured, more gently this time. “I’ll tell you every day, so you’ll never have to wonder.”