Perfection
Harry stared at the bundle of blankets.
"Is it dangerous?" He asked jokingly.
Warm, friendly laughter filled the room as his two best friends shared a look only married couples could understand.
"No, silly. What do you say Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione said with a smile.
The medi-witch gently patted his shoulder. "I think it's safe to say that it's not dangerous."
"Potter, stop this nonsense and come here," ordered Snape.
Harry sat down next to his husband and loving gazed into the eyes of their daughter.
"Severus, she's perfect."
"Yes, she is," Snape said softly before gently kissing her cheek.