"Here." The doctor said, gently moving Hermione's arms. He slipped a pile of blue into them slowly.

It had been a long, horrendous six hours for the brunette witch. She was still sweaty, exhausted, yet so very relieved.

Laying there on that hospital bed, she slowly moved the blue blanket away from her baby's face.

"Merlin, you're beautiful." Hermione whispered, stroking the fuzzy head. Blonde curls. Blue eyes. A freckle here and there.

She was overcome with the wonderment of it all. Her baby, her son, the thing that had been created, developed inside her was now resting in her arms.

The baby fussed, and Hermione began to rock the small boy.

"Your husband is back, Mrs. Malfoy." A nurse said, stepping into her room.

Hermione looked up. "Of course, let him in."

Draco pushed past the woman. He had been with Hermione the whole time, but the moment his son was brought into the world he fled to tell everyone the news.

Hermione smiled at the man she had grown to love. "Hey."

He stared back, watching her rock his, their son. "Hi." Draco responded, awe in his voice.

"Come see." She whispered, slowly moving over in the bed, making room for him to come sit.

He rushed over, eagerly. Draco sat next to her, immediately looking down at the bundle of blue.

Her damp curls were escaping from the hastily made bun, and Draco gently moved them away from her face.

Hermione looked up at him, tired, but with pride in her chocolate eyes.

"Look what we did." She nudged their son into his arms, setting him down in the correct position.

Draco looked startled for a moment, but quickly recovered as he watched his boy look up at him with silvery baby blues that mirrored his own.

Hermione watched the exchange, setting a hand on Draco's shoulder. She leaned her head on top of it, extremely grateful for his presence.

Draco turned his head and kissed her on the forehead gently.

She smiled.

"What will we call him?" He asked quietly, running his fingers over his baby's soft curls.

"Henry." Hermione whispered to him.

"Henry Scorpius Malfoy." He reiterated.

Hermione nodded. "It's perfect."

"He's perfect." He corrected, reaching to grasp her hand in his, holding Henry in one arm.

She smiled at that, nodding tiredly.

"Sleep, Mya." Draco said, using his nickname for her.

Hermione nodded, closing her eyes. She settled in, curled up at his side with her head still on his shoulder.

Draco watched his wife fall asleep, and turned his head to the baby in his arms. He was perfect. She was perfect.

"We're going to have loads of fun, you and I." Draco whispered. "I'll teach you how to fly on a broom. You'll be the next Quidditch prodigy! I'll show you how to brew potions that'll give your Mama a run for her money." He chuckled a bit. "You'll be my partner in crime, and I'll show you all the best hiding spots at Hogwarts, and the Manor. I'll show you how to treat a woman right. How to make one you love, love you back."

He looked down at his lovely wife, smiling. He had slithered his Slytherin self deep into her heart, and sunk his fangs in. Sure, the lion in her had put up a long fight, but even a beautiful, spirited lioness can fall to a sneaky, charming snake.

"Mama will teach you how to get oustandings on every test you take. I'll teach you how to cook." Draco chuckled as he remembered his wife's last failure, which had resulted in a charred ham and a fire-filled oven.

"And I'll be the perfect example." He said. "I'll show you how I can be the best father there ever was."

Draco bit his lip. His tone was more convincing himself than anyone else.

"I promise."

He didn't break promises. He especially wouldn't break his first promise to his son.

His. His son. Draco's face broke into a grin, and he laughed quietly.

This was going to be fun.