Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me : ) If it did, it would have ended a bit differently...

Humming

I looked down at the warm wiggly little bundle in my arms. Beautiful warm, chocolate- eyes stared back at me, eyes so familiar in a face that was a perfect blend of my love one and me. I thought my heart was going to get out of my chest in that moment.

This beautiful little girl in my arms was one little Malfoy-Weasley created from love. A living prove that nothing is impossible.

She blinked a few times before yawning one little, tiny perfect 'O', I slow down as sleep started to take over her.

Realizing that she was tired, needing sleep, just like her mother, I started to hum something, without noticing at first.

I had managed to hum a few bars of notes and I realized a new song was starting to form in my mind. I could add a melody, making this nameless tune something with a name.

No, it had a name. It was named for this little one in my arms, my beautiful Lyra. I looked down and saw that said person, to whom I was singing, was now asleep.

I stopped humming and watched the little chest flutter with a quick easy breaths, it was music to my own ears.

I looked up, at my still silent wife on the bed, and wondered if she was alright, if she was in pain. I needed to know. But the doctor had said that she was alright that she just needed to rest.

My Ginevra… just mine…

"How much pain did I cause to you, love?"

"I need you to wake up and see our little one."

I didn't see the little fist rise until it had touched the side of my neck. I jumped at the warmth, and gasped when I saw her awake.

I quickly glanced down and saw those beautiful eyes open again. She had awakened when I had stopped humming only I didn't notice because I hadn't been looking at her.

"You want mummy to wake up, don't you?" I whispered to her; bring her closer to me, more intimate with me.

"Did you like that song, princess?"

Her fist, which had pulled away for a second, had come back to my neck. That her answer.

And how could I deny her, my own daughter. I couldn't say no to Ginevra, I definitely couldn't say no to her. With a quick chuckle, I went back to humming the same tune again. Only I added a few touches to it, making it more perfect. Perfect for the person it had inspired it.

I smiled down at her pausing in my humming. "It's your own lullaby princess" I whispered, and went right back to humming.

I had repeated, and added onto the tune some more when Lyra touched my neck again with her much warm palm.

I smiled.

This overwhelming feeling taking over me, It was exactly the same and different with Ginevra. But now I understand what it is.

"I love you, Lyra"

She smiled at me; she did really understand her daddy, her hand raised again.

And I went back to humming.

A/N - Hope you guys enjoyed this little shot, and please review! I'd love to hear what you guys liked or didn't like and anything else you have to say. Comments are always greatly appreciated : )