The room around me was quiet, I was sat near of the bed. My daughter-in-law was sleeping, having some rest after the childbirth. What a beautiful child. A boy. Draco's son. My only grandchild. I was admiring him, in his carrycot, when my son stepped in, awaking his wife.
"Can I see the baby now?" he asked.
"Of course, he's as beautiful as you, you know." she replied to him, smiling.
"He's a he! Oh my little Scorpius Hyperion!"
I knew that they had made a deal, if he was a boy, Draco would name him, if she was a girl, Astoria would name her. Saying that, he made his way toward the carrycot. I took the baby and handed him to my son. He froze, refusing to take the baby.
"Not be afraid, take him." I said to him, he still seemed to be in shock.
"He .. he's not ..he has ginger hair!" he managed to say.
I laughed at him, I had lost the ability to laugh a long time ago. But this burst was really good. Of course he wasn't expecting a ginger kid, his wife and him were both blond.
"Don't laugh! My son is somewhere in this hospital, lost with an other family, probably a Weasley! We have to report this to the nurse!" the tone passed from worried to angry in less than a second.
His wife was laughing along with me. It was time to explain it to him.
"All the Malfoy are ginger at the birth. Why do you think there is no picture of you before you have had two weeks? Don't worry, he will loose his current hair in the two weeks. Then he will be as platinum as a Malfoy must be."
With my explanation, he took the baby in this arm, awkwardly smiling at him, whispering 'how could I doubt you were not my son'. He sat next to his wife, kissed her, the baby was still in his arms.
I cleaned up a tear. What a beautiful family. After a silent break, I spoke again.
"I'm proud of you my son. You have a wonderful family. And you reacted better than your father did when he first saw you." I laughed at the memory. "He was yelling I cheated on him." I shook my head, I loved Lucius, but sometimes he overreacted. "Well, congratulation son"
"Thank you, mother."
He stood up, and hugged me. I left the room, being sure that they would love their child as much as I loved mine.
A/N : This little one-shot is for the chicken soup for the witch/wizard soul, it will take part of a bigger fanfiction with other short stories.
The idea of the chicken soup for witch/wizard soul is from XxrandomxX.
The idea of this story is mine.
The characters, the wonderful HP universe is from JK Rowling.
And it's not beta-readed, so if you see some aberrant mistakes, please tell me.
(re-posted with less mistakes, at least I hope)
