Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to him. Nor do I own the book Goodnight Moon.

Note: This was written for Fire the Canon's "50 Days of Inspiration" competition using the prompt a character must read a book.

Warnings: n/a

Rating: K

Characters: Draco/Astoria, Scorpius

Word Count: 569

Astoria came out of the bedroom where she was putting down their son for the night and smiled at Draco. "Scorpius wants you to read him his story tonight."

"What? How do you expect me to do that?" Draco asked in surprise.

"Well, given that you managed to pass your N.E.W.T.s, I'd imagine you are capable of reading, since there's no way someone else could have taken the written exam for you," Astoria replied glibly. "If you stay have any problems, just take your time and sound them out."

Draco glared at her. "I know how to read."

"Then you go in there, you open the book and you read the words out aloud to your son. Naturally, as these are bedtime stories and we are trying to relax him, I recommend using a calm and soothing voice, rather than yelling. In books with different characters, you can change the style of your voice to make the characters unique, but this one just has narration, so you don't have to worry about that today," Astoria explained, handing him the book.

Draco looked at the cardboard book with the basic pictures and simple text and nearly dropped it. "This is a muggle book," he spat in disgust.

Astoria's eyes narrowed. "Yes, it is, and it's what your son picked out for you to read to him, so it's what you're going to read to him, understood?"

"It's not dignified," Draco continued to argue with his wife, choosing to ignore the delicate situation he was creating.

"Ah yes, dignity. Tell me, Draco, did your father ever read to you?" Astoria asked, reading the answer on her husband's face as he chose not to give a verbal reply. "I thought as much. You told me that you wanted to be closer to your son that Lucius was to you. If he never did this, don't you think that this might be something you should consider doing?"

Draco sighed heavily and gave the book a long, measuring look before he turned and headed into their son's room. There he found Scorpius playing with some of the blocks that had been left out. He scooped the toddler up to the excited cry to "Daddy!" and sat down with the child on his lap in the rocker that Astoria normally occupied. He flipped open the book carefully, as though there might be something contagious on it and studied the beginning. "In the great green room," he began hesitantly, glancing up to see his wife giving him a nod with an encouraging smile, "there was a telephone, and a red balloon and a picture of..."

Once the story was complete and Scorpius was yawning sleepily, he picked the boy up and laid him gently on his bed, kissing his forehead softly. The child wiggled slightly in his sleep into a more comfortable position while Draco tapped the mattress with his wand and a brief green wall of light surrounded the bed before fading, signifying to him that the charm was in place to keep Scorpius from falling out if he rolled in his sleep. Stepping quietly, he left the room and latched the door behind him.

Draco headed downstairs to his study, trying to ignore Astoria's knowing smirk. Although neither one was going to say it out loud, they both knew he would be willingly doing it again.