Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I tried to stick as much as I could to the facts of the Wizarding World and spent quite a bit of time consulting various sources. However, some things are changed to benefit the plot line. Everything about the Wizarding World of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Draco knew it would come without warning. It always did. It was like a cat preparing to pounce on its prey, and in this scenario he was the prey. He couldn't believe that they hadn't told him that his wife had come in to St. Mungo's. He had to hear about it from some gossiping nurses. He ran to the down to the ground floor where the maternity and neonatal unit had been added. He didn't even bother asking the number of the room, he knew exactly where she would be. At the end of the hall and on the left, in room number 24, her favorite number; he burst through the door startling the nurse that was checking his wife's vitals.
"Oh, Draco. You knew I was going to call for you as soon as your shift was over. There really is no need—uh! To worry, I'm doing just fine and you haven't missed anything." Draco crossed the room to her bed and grabbed her hand.
"You're crazy, woman, if you think I'm going to miss anything about the birth of our first child. I said I would be here, and here I am." She smiled at him before grimacing in pain once more.
Draco grabbed a cool rag from the table next to the bed and wiped her brow. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear while she breathily laughed to herself. The nurse came over to the bedside with a blue bundle in her arms, she placed the little bundle on Hermione's chest and left the room. Hermione cooed at the tiny baby in her arms. It was just the three of them in the room now and she looked up at Draco. He moved his gaze from the child to her and beamed with all the pride of a new father. She smiled once more and said, "Our little Scorpius Hyperion."
"Scorpius Malfoy, I like the sound of that." Draco leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
A few hours later, Draco carried his son into the waiting room where a large group of people all waited with bated breath. He looked up from his son and said, "Scorpius, I would like you to meet your family." All at once the women in the group bustled forward to coo and hold the baby. The men came up to Draco and gave him a pat on the back. "Harry, Ron," he said addressing Hermione's oldest friends, "Hermione would like to see you guys for a minute." The two men nodded and shook hands with him before heading down the hallway.
"Hello, boys." She smiled at them as they walked into her room. They would always be her boys, no matter how old they got. Beneath their mature frames, she could still see the two eleven year old boys she had found in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express ten years ago. "You two are my best friends and I can't think of two better people to be the Godfathers of Scorpius." The two men teared up and gathered Hermione in a giant hug. That is how Draco found them as he quietly shut the door to the room once more. Nothing was worth disturbing that moment for.