Author's Note: I don't like Harry. Things will happen in this story that will reflect this opinion, please if you review keep in mind that you were warned. Also sorry about the format fail it had been in paragraphs I don't know what happened.
She Was Mine.
Draco stood quietly, staring down at the small, slumbering body, reaching down to touch the downy black fuzz that crowned the infants head. A smile curved the young blond's lips for the first time in weeks.
She was beautiful, though he knew that without looking at her, and this had been the first time he had looked at her since she'd been born weeks before. Lifting the small body from the crib, he moved towards the window and lowered himself into the rocking chair where the nurse would sit to feed the girl.
Draco lifted his gaze from the cherub like face of the sleeping babe and gazed at the moon, letting the silver light wash over them both. "She was beautiful..." he murmured to the child "I thought you should know." the 15-year-old Malfoy blinked a number of times to hold his tears at bay and gently rocked while his daughter slept in his arms.