A/N: And I'm back with a bang!...meh not really. I've sort of given up on my other stories because I haven't really been motivated to continue however I will post cute little one-shots to help you through your day. So here's my first one-shot in a possible long line of one-shots.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
He said that he was bad with kids. He said that they flinched at his touch and usually burst into tears at the sight of him. Looking at him with her son, she didn't believe him.
Hugo was 13 months old and was contently gurgling away in Draco's arms. His long slender fingers ghosted upon Hugo's stomach, causing the infant to burst into a fit of giggles. The young boy's fiery red hair was a stark contrast to the older male's sickly pale skin. A whisper of a smile ghosted Draco's face, the first smile in several years.
Astoria Malfoy had tragically died under mysterious circumstances leaving behind a widow in the form of Draco Malfoy. He lived his days sullenly at Malfoy Manor refusing to see anyone...anyone except for Hugo. The infant's cheery disposition was enough to give Draco hope. Hope - the word seemed foreign in his mind.
"You don't seem too bad with children." said Hermione, gesturing to Hugo in his arms. He barely glanced at her before returning his eyes back to the infant. Hope...
Rusty...I know. But thank you for reading it. I appreciate anybody's attempt to read this.