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A/n- the baby is not dracos. its someone elses- you decide.
When Draco went soft
Malfoy stared at the baby that had just been shoved into his arms.
It was small. It was vulnerable. Easily harmed. Easily killed.
He didn't know what to do with it. He just stared at it with his cold, hard sneer.
To an innocent baby, his sneer must have looked funny, rather than freezing its heart, because it turned its head to the side as it looked at him and giggled.
Yes, the baby giggled at him. Draco Malfoy. One of the scariest teenagers to walk the earth. His sneer changed to a scowl as he narrowed his eyes at the little one.
It made the baby gurgle with laughter. He squirmed in Draco's arms and smiled, it's mouth open.
No doubt millions before had wanted to chuckle at Malfoy's facial expressions, but none before had tried. This was new territory. This was Malfoy seeing the baby's raw exposed soul.
And it hit him. Shouldn't everyone's soul be exposed? Really, if this baby was the only being Malfoy had felt was exposing its soul, didn't that mean everyone else hid it? Or at least part of it?
So really, everyone you knew, you did not really know. They were hiding their souls from you, or at least part of it.
Malfoy was.
He had been this baby once though. Everyone had. But as they grew up...
His parents, his father, had built shields around Draco. He knew it, he felt it. The cold, uncaring shield that represented the face of the Malfoy family.
But he had thought it normal. Was it not? Seeing this baby, everyone originally did not have cover-ups. Which meant everything else was a unneeded add on.
He smiled at the baby who was still squirming in his arms, and was delighted to have the baby quiet for a moment, close its mouth, and give him the little smile in return.
For once, he let his heart melt, and his mind be jublilated at the thought of this new life, this fresh new start in his hands.
He was actually startled to find it came quite naturally, as an old friend coming back to him, patting him on the back saying, where have you been?
Malfoy let emotions flood him again. He was letting himself feel pain, joy, happiness, sadness, hope.
He hadn't been hiding his soul from just others. The shields had also hid it from himself.
Draco was asked to hand the baby back, and he woke from his reverie, giving the person a small strained smile. It was harder showing others.
The person, after a look of astonishment came and fled their face quickly, returned it with a small, nervous smile.
One last look at the baby and he decided: One, he would try to take down all the shields of his soul and show it to others, and Two, he wanted to have a baby like that one, no matter what the work.
He smirked; the latter would be easy.
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A/n- yay! end of my very first fanfic. oh, well, you know the drill. read and review. flame, even! hope you liked it, and have a good day!