Draco Malfoy was eight months old. He was very, very loud for that age. He had the cutest smile, with two little bottom teeth, and could make anyone happy just by laughing. When he cried, people can't help feeling sorry for the poor guy. Nobody likes seeing an adorable baby cry.
24 year old Narcissa Malfoy rolled over in her bed and looked at the clock. It was 3:19am. Draco's cry had woken her up. Lucius was awake to. "I'll check on him, don't worry," she told him. Draco had been sick for a while and was running a fever. She slipped out of the covers and put on her white silk robe before going to Draco's room.
She walked to the crib in the corner of the room and picked up her little baby. Tears were streaming down his face. "Shhh, you're alright," she whispered soothingly, bouncing him up and down. "Mummy's here." Just then Lucius came in, and kissed Narcissa.
"How's he doing?" He asked.
"I think his fever has gone up," she said. "Can you get me a thermometer?"
They checked his temperature, it went up. Narcissa told Lucius to go back to bed. She was doing her best to get Draco to calm down. She walked around the room carrying Draco, but he was still crying. She sat down on the rocking chair. She held him against her chest so his chin was resting on her shoulder. She supported him with one hand and gently rubbed his back with the other. It seemed to calm him down but she decided to stay with him for the night just to make sure her little baby was alright.