Knock Knock Knock
"Professor McGonagall?" Draco opened the door slowly, McGonagall was standing up reading a book by one of the many bookshelves which lined the upper walls of the headmistress' office.
"What is it, Mr Malfoy?" She asked as she snapped the book shut and slid it back into its place on the shelf. She disapparated to the ground floor, behind her desk.
"I was wondering if I might have access to the Gryffindor Common Room," he said cautiously.
"Now why on earth would I give you that?" She asked.
"Because of Milah." He replied, as if this was obvious.
"Your daughter," McGonagall replied.
"Yes. You see, she's only really about three months old. I, um, aged her a bit when we got our letters. Hermione and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her." He replied.
McGonagall thought for a moment. "No matter how old she 'technically' is, Mister Malfoy, I'm sure she doesn't want her parents with her every minute of every day. Perhaps she'd like her own road to follow. And not have a dual carriage way."
Draco thought for a moment. "So... That's a no?"
"Yes." McGonagall replied.
"Thank you, Professor." He turned around and began to turn the knob on the door.
"Mister Malfoy?" He turned back to her.
"Yes, Professor?" He asked.
"I suggest that you let her grow up now, she is not a child anymore. That is a price of that wretched curse."
"I know," he replied glumly.
"After this year, may I suggest that you and Miss Granger have another child?"
"Yes professor." He left the room.