Little Star Sweeper

Draco had returned late from the ministry that night. He was tired and wanted to sleep. All of the cases he had taken on were now hounding him. He apparated and landed in an alley near the house. The Christmas tree twinkled through the window. The red baubles glistened against the snow falling. After trying not to break his leg on the icy steps he turned his keyhole in the dark green door. He smirked. He won over the colour of the door but he hadn't won over some of the other decor. He dropped his bag by the door and flung his coat on the sofa and softly trudged up the stairs. When he entered his bedroom though he saw his wife sitting next to the little cot at the end of the bed, rocking their daughter to sleep, and all tiredness drained from his body as he watched the two people he adored most.

"la la lu, la la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the star dust for you"

Hermione was singing softly as she rocked the cot slowly. Her hair was disarray and in her silk nightdress and dressing gown she looked tired but love shown from her eyes. Draco had never thought he had seen a beautiful sight, a picture of perfectness. He looked at his wife's beautiful curves in all the right places. Pregnancy seemed to have done her wonders. Her soft pink lips looked scrumptious as she sung and Draco couldn't help but breathe in sharply.

"La la lu, la la lu

Little soft fluffy sleeper

Here comes a pink cloud for you"

He watched as Hermione tucked his little princess in and stroked her cheek. He sighs. They had waited for little Isabelle Adrianna Malfoy for so long and here she was and was certainly making herself known to the world. She was his father's twinkle in his eye, his little belle. Draco remembered the pregnancy well. Hermione and he had tried for months with no luck and then one fateful night lead for them to have the perfect little Christmas present.

For little Isabelle was seven weeks early and so gave her parents the shock of their lives when Hermione's water's suddenly broke on the 30th November. She was sent on to bed rest and on the 3rd December their little girl came crying her eyes out. She was so tiny. He held her in the palm of his hand and watched as she exercised her lungs and then opened her eyes at him. Those large brown orbs just like her mother's.

Draco remembered looking at his little princess in the incubator while all of the beeping sounds of the machines went off. He remembered watching Hermione watch the little life she had created lie in a glass case wrapped in bubble wrap with a warming charm on, with tears rolling down her cheeks. Unable to hold her baby, to cuddle her and tell her that everything would be ok. Draco was heartbroken in that moment when he saw his wife broken because she had thought she had failed by bringing their little Isabelle too early. He didn't believe this of course but there was no persuading his Hermione.

"la la lu, la la lu,

Little wandering angel

Fold up your wings, close your eyes"

Draco remembered bringing them home a couple of days ago. The smiles on their faces as they showed their new addition the Edwardian town house that they called home. Draco was so ecstatic having his wife back in the same bed with him and his little princess with them. He remembered painting the nursery and getting everything ready as a surprise for Hermione. He quietly chuckled at the thought of her face as she saw the beautiful white wrought iron cot with yellow, cream and white lace sitting at the end of the bed waiting for their new little one to softly get tucked up in bed.

It was now Christmas Eve and the new family had only been home together for two days. Draco had put up all of the decorations and got all of the presents under the tree. Ginny, pansy and him had gone shopping for presents father Christmas little Isabelle could have which included many baby clothes, soft toys, blankets. He had hidden them all away from Hermione to surprise her. He had then gone to the renowned bill skinner jewellers in diagon alley to find his wife the most gorgeous and expensive necklace and matching bracelet and earrings for his enchanting wife from himself and Isabelle.

"la la lu, la la lu

And may love be your keeper

La la lu, la la lu, la la lu

There now little star sweeper dream on"

Hermione stopped singing and slowly stopped rocking. Draco slowly walked over and kissed his wife's forehead as they looked over their angel.

"she wouldn't go to sleep tonight dray. I think she wanted to wait up for father Christmas" Hermione said exasperated but with a smile on her face. Draco chuckled.

" maybe but to get presents you have to go to sleep and sleep all night and the same goes to you darling. I'll take the shift tonight since I want Father Christmas to bring you gifts"

"He already did Draco dear. He brought me my little star sweeper." Hermione replied and yawned.

The grandfather clock went downstairs signalling midnight. Draco couldn't believe he had come home so late.

"Merry Christmas Hermione darling"

"Merry Christmas Draco dear" Hermione replied as they crept into bed.

Draco felt his wife snuggle into his chest as he climbed into the bed and he smiled. This was the best Christmas he had ever had and he was sure that every day would be like this.