Malfoy was sitting beside Harry on the bench provided for the visitors of the park. Children scurried all over the place and from where he sat, Harry could see Ron with the two kids; his face flustered from the exhaustion of pushing the two squealing adolescents high up into the air by the swings. Harry smiled while he watched his daughter with the expression of contentment plastered on her face, but in reality Harry knew better. His child was suffering from the deprivation of another parent, his other half.

While Harry was pondering about Lily, Malfoy was scrutinizing Harry's placid face, marveling at the sheer beauty of it. For five years he had been divested of the opportunity to be with this man. His gaze fell to the two kids, the red headed one was undoubtedly Weasley's but the other one convey too much of Harry's features that it was hard to deny that it was not Harry's. It seemed that Harry had moved on since Draco had made his departure with his father which is a complete contrast to Draco. He had not given so much as a glimpse to another either man or woman, his body only craved for the raven haired beauty and his mind longed for the tender heart that was buried in that dark-skinned chest of Harry's.

His heart soared for this man, how could he move on and happily marry another woman? Much less have a child with her, while he couldn't attain the will to forget this man sitting beside him who had stripped him of his façade; who had he given his virginity to; who he had poured his soul to.

"Who's the mother?" Draco asked coldly, sending a shiver coursing through Harry's body. It had been too long since he had heard that familiar deep voice and the sound of Draco's hoarse shout and pleas immediately floated in his mind making his body tautened out of the long lost desire.

"Not mother but a father. I bore her." Harry smiled at Draco's sharp intake of breath. "I was surprised too when the doctor had informed me that I was three weeks along. The father was a wizard with a strong pure ancient blood coursing through his veins, thus enabling me to carry his child without much difficulties."

"How old is she? And who's the father? You said that he's a wizard, do I know him? Did he go to Hogwarts too?" Draco asked indignantly, envisioning Harry in the warm embrace of another blond man, thinking that that man should've been him. Harry was his and no one else's.

"Actually you know Lily's father quite well. We went to the same school and Lily was created when the both of us had lost ourselves in each other's arms in my dorm five years ago." Harry stated nonchalantly, patiently waiting for Draco to grasp the whole situation.

Draco's eyes widen in comprehension, turmoil of emotions cascaded through his body; euphoria, shock, pride all washed over his body in unison. Lily was his he thought; the enchanting blond, emerald-eyed girl whose keen joyful laughter still drifted in the air was his. This notion kept on echoing in his suddenly vacant mind, the fact was so overwhelming that it took all of his self-restraint not to just stand up and howl like a madman out of happiness. Relief filled him, so Harry was still his he thought; there was still something, something that is so vital that still connect them together. They had created a life together, on the night where he had gone through nothing but complete ecstasy. Harry stood up and immediately shouted to Ron that Lily was to join him on the bench.

"You can take her whenever you want. Less burden for me," Ron panted; his scarlet face was covered with a thin sheet of perspiration.

"Hey, we're not that heavy!" both Lily and Hugo shouted in accord.

"Well you should've seen the way the both of you eat." Ron feigned, clearly enjoying the banter.

This teasing continued, though Lily had walked away to Harry, Ron still prolonged his merciless teasing to his son; whose skin shade now resembled much of a ripe tomato. Draco watched Lily's steady stride which was similar to Narcissa with apparent awe, her gracefulness appeared to be a part of her whereby she didn't have to control it; it just runs in her blood.

"Daddy, why do you want to see me for?"

"Lily I want you to meet someone."

"Sure, who shall I have yet to meet?"

Lily looked at the man sitting properly beside her father. She admitted it, he was a fine man. Though still at the tender age of four, Lily was quite mature and certainly professional in deciding a man's or a woman's best assets. When Harry first heard of her speculation on the beauty of humans, he was unnerved, but in the good way and Harry had thought that her intelligence and observant nature were passed from Draco himself. Her scrutinize swept from his silky blond hair to his slightly pointed features and lily knew that not much people have the type of blond as she and this man had , so this means only one thing.

"You're my father." Lily stated in a matter-of-factly manner. Draco was startled his head instantly facing Harry's. Harry could only sighed

"Other than your intelligence Draco, she's also thrice her actual age. Meaning to say, she's too mature for her own good." Lily bended and gave a soft peck to Harry's cheek

"Oh but you love me for that." Turning her head back to the slightly gaping man, she smiled brilliantly, reminding Draco much of Narcissa.

"I always know that I got my beauty from my father, Daddy is ugly," she only giggled at Harry's defiant protest and held her arms wide, inviting Draco in a gentle hug.

Draco willingly leaned forward to embrace the petite child, his eyes immediately soaked as he felt the tenderness in that hug. Never had he been hold so lovingly before-excluding Harry- but still even he, had not feel the same cuddle from Harry in an eternity. He lifted his eyes, only for them to be captivated by the emerald orbs scrutinizing deep into his silvery-grey ones and a shudder raked his spine from the intensity. His hold tightened as he thought deeply that this child in his embrace was his; his to love, his to bring up and most importantly his to share with his partner.