Hush
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Draco's going to buy you," Draco looked up from the crib he'd knelt over and looked like a dear caught in the headlights.
"A severed head," he finished weakly.
Pansy Parkinson scowled at him. Stupid Draco. Stupid Draco with his lullabies and weak smiles and so-called "taking a liking to" to Pansy's new little sister, Jolina.
"What in the name of Salazar do you think you're doing?" she sighed, leaning on the doorframe of the pale yellow room. He seemed to blush.
"Nothing."
"Other than singing to Jolina."
"Not really," he pulled at the necktie he still wore from his journey home from school earlier that day, "Not really singing, you know, not even really humming..."
"Just like you never sang, or hummed, or whistled happy birthday to me last week," she scoffed. She didn't know if she liked that her best friend was a closet-softie. It was one of his weaknesses. And therefore, one of hers.
"So," she flopped down inimperiously into a wrought iron rocking chair, "Will you sing to our baby?"
"When we have one?"
She nodded, winking.
"Perhaps," he smirked, "Perhaps I'll hum."
She shrugged, "Whatever points your wand."
He nodded and leaned on the wall.
"She asleep?" she asked after a silent moment.
"Yeah," he said quietly, then turned his grey to Pansy's ice blue eyes, "What do you want to call it?"
"Jolina?"
"No, I mean...ours? You know?"
Pansy smirked identically, "Ours? The one that you'll hum to?"
"Yeah."
"Bruce?"
"Margaret?"
"Penny?"
"Joshua?"
"Frederic?"
"Andreya?"
"No, they're all too common. The child of Pansy and Draco Malfoy has to be brilliant and strong and-"
"Original!"
"Yeah."
"This child's going to be so much better than us."
"MUCH. But will still go in Slytherin."
"Will want a pet snake."
"Will have a pet snake."
"Oh, creepy. Imagine, us, and a kid with a pet snake and a wand...and hopefully a broom."
"A carpet!"
"Only because-"
"It's illegal!"
"And twelve house elves to itself!"
"It's own pegasus!"
"Will see the Thestrals from Year One."
"Why?"
"Because, Pansy, how long do you think we're actually going to last? In our profession?"
"Touche."
"Girl or boy?"
"Girl."
"With your lips."
"And your eyes."
"Your body."
"Your nose."
"And her name?"
"Brodka."
Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Perfect."
"I know," giggled Pansy, and when Jolina began to cry, she rocked her sister's cradle and joined Draco in another verse of "Hush Little Baby."
La Fin. (Weird, huh? Hmm..)