Just me going on with myself whilst I was in a sentimental mood. Reviews are appreciated.
Draco cried when his son was born.
It was the first time he had ever cried because of the emotion he felt over another person. He had sobbed when he was failing, he had wailed in fear, he had broke down when he had lost hope. But all of those tears had been shed because Draco had felt concerned for himself. And now, merely seconds old, this little person had entered his life and Draco was inconsolable.
Astoria had come up with the name Scorpius. Draco had at first thought the name was a little too sharp, almost sinister. But then he had considered the name. Scorpius. It was intelligent, it was strong, it was the name of somebody who would be acknowledged. And now the Scorpius he had imagined was here, breathing and living and touchable, and Draco couldn't think of anybody more worthy of such a bold name.
The Healer had placed Scorpius in his arms and Draco had felt the first twinge of gut clenching fear. What did he do? What if he dropped him? Draco had been placed in sole responsibility for many difficult, dangerous things in his life time, but none, he felt, as important as this. Draco looked over at Astoria, who nodded reassuringly. Astoria, his rock, his angel. Draco had never doubted her before. He trusted her now.
"Hello," Draco whispered.
Scorpius wriggled slightly in his blankets. He was tiny, fragile, absolutely perfect. Draco had never understood before what people meant when they said holding their children for the first time sealed an unbreakable bond. But Draco believed them now. Already he was making impossible promises to Scorpius in his mind, already he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for his son.
Draco had also noticed that it was mostly women who described this connection, never a man, the father. But Draco wanted everybody to know how much he adored his son. He wasn't going to keep quiet to save his masculinity. He was going to shower Scorpius with affection, no matter what anybody else thought.
Draco wasn't going to be his father.
