Draco, in short, was stunned, if anything, to be standing there, in his arms, a small child. A new born baby, more like it. He had never really been expecting it, sure, he had known there was a baby on the way, but he just...hadn't been thinking about it ever, never really gave a thought to when the little sucker would be born. And now here he was, with his child cradled in his arms, making little noises at him while the doctors checked over its mother.
The mother he wasn't sure of how they were doing, after all, he had been shuffled from the room when the baby popped out. As far as the blonde male understood, there was panic in there, and then nothing. But he didn't care, because he knew it would all be okay. Years of war and hate, misery mixed in there too, and the result was this beautiful child. The girl, he had yet to name her, had his blonde hair, little fuzzes atop her pale, tired face. From between the wrinkled rolls of skin and a cooing mouth, you could see the grey of her eyes, shining up at him as she squirmed, looking for her mommy.
"Shh," Draco breathed softly, rocking his body back and forth slightly, hoping to sooth the restless child. As if to comfort her further, the male ran a hand over her little hairs over and over, whispering nothings under his breath with a smile on his face. "Shh...Quiet now pretty girl."
"Mr. Malfoy?" A voice inquired, getting said male to look up, arching a brow at the young nurse that had her head peeked out of the room he had just emerged from.
"Yes?" Draco answered just to assure he was listening, cradling the little girl closer, running over names absently in his mind, only half paying attention as the nurse rambled on about something or other that ceased to matter to him. Only was his attention caught when she reached over to take his daughter from him, and instinctively, he pulled her closer to himself and took a step back.
Taking a deep breath, the nurse sighed and smoothed down her skirts before emerging from the room completely, reaching for the girl once more, "Please Mr. Malfoy, it's important that we run these tests," she explained, nearly sighing in relief when the other male sighed in near relief. "Now, could you wait here please?"
"Wait!" Draco interjected before the nurse went back into the room, his hand shooting out and grabbing her forearm, his expression slightly nervous as it suddenly occurred to him to wonder how the mother was doing, grey eyes bright and alive once more. "Please, how is...?" he whispered quietly, letting his sentence die at the end as the other shrugged off his hand, looking at him with a sober expression.
"You will know soon enough," and with that, the woman went back into the room, the room in which he should be, because both his daughter and 'wife' were in there, not out in the waiting room, wringing his hands like an idiot. Snorting quietly to himself, Draco rolled his eyes, he was a Malfoy for gods sakes, he always got what he wanted. Which were his exact thoughts as he opened the door quietly and peeked into the room with a curious and nervous expression.
From his position, he could see Harry, all wrapped up in blankets while the blood was being clearing away and the wound in his stomach healed, in his arms, was their baby girl, smiling up at him delightfully. The same nurse that had come out moments before was walking over to them, her expression blank and sober, looking sad and drawn as she approached the pair. "Mr. Potter?" her voice questioned in the same tone she had used for him.
Looking up from the girl, Harry only smiled, despite his fatigue and exhaustion, he was still smiling, which, in itself, mad Draco smile too, even if Harry couldn't see him. "Hello," the black haired male breathed, leaning back into the pillows heavily.
"I'm afraid to inform you, Mr. Potter, that..." the nurse paused, turning her back to Draco and leaning over to whisper quietly in Harry's ear, annoying the blonde haired male to no end, he wanted to know what she was so serious about!
"No!" Harry's voice rang out through the room, horror all through his tone, making Draco's stomach turn as he inched into the room fully, standing there with worry all over his face. "This can't be...this can't be true!"
"Wha-" Draco started, but was cut off by the nurse, who began speaking just as Harry looked over to Draco, their eyes locking as the news was delivered.
"I'm sorry to inform you, Mr. Potter, but this is in fact, not Mr. Malfoy's baby, but rather...I'm afraid, you-know-who's babe."
