I don't want to be – Gavin DeGraw
The letter fluttered to the floor, unnoticed by the two occupants of the room.
Hermione laid a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder, concered.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
Draco raised his head, smiling sadly.
"I'm not sure," he confessed.
She nodded, understanding. She had thought he would take the news much worse. She knew exactly how he felt about fatherhood- finding out he had a child on the way was bound to upset him somewhat. She had always known this was the case, so she was prepared for it.
"I think..." he started. "I think... I'm happy," he told her, smiling properly this time.
"Really?" she asked.
"I'm... I'm not my father," finally admitting a fact Hermione had been trying to convince him of for the past five years.
"You're not," she agreed happily.
He pulled her towards him, planting a kiss on her stomach.
"I can't wait to meet her."