Right, so I understand I made someone cry with my last one-shot, and I'm really sorry about that. I never meant to make you guys cry! I just wanted something short and sappy. So here's another one!
Disclaimer: Not mine
Draco smiled and looked at their daughter, his silver eyes softening from blocks of iron to the color of a storm cloud as it disappears. She was beautiful. And she was his. How did that happen?
"I hate you!" she screamed, pulling her hand back to hit him. He grabbed her wrists and walked her backwards until her back pressed against the wall.
"Fine line between hate and love, sweetheart," he breathed in her ear, relishing in the feel of her trembling beneath him.
Their daughter cooed, waving her tiny fist around. Draco held out his finger and she wrapped her tiny fingers around it trustingly, and he had to blink back tears.
"Your're-You're what!?" He stared at her in disbelief.
"I'm pregnant," she said again, still looking at him patiently despite having said the same sentence approximately six times now.
"How?"
"I assume you know how it happened. You were there, after all."
"I-I mean-"
"I know." And she embraced him.
"Draco?" She called his name softly as she walked into the nursery before laughing slightly. "Are you watching Astra sleep again?"
"No, because she's not asleep. Look at her holding onto my finger! Remarkable…"
"I'm sure you held onto Lucius the same way, love. Come away now, Astra needs her sleep and you need to stop neglecting me," she laughed a little, but he knew she was serious. So he carefully pried Astra's hand from his finger and set the owl mobile above her head spinning with a tap of his wand before following his wife out of the nursery and pulling her against him, looking at her with the same awestruck expression he looked at Astra with.
"I love you," he whispered, smiling a little bit.
"I know. I love you too. What's with that expression?"
"I am just so lucky to have you. . .my Hermione."