Draco Malfoy was panting heavily, his grip tightening around Harry Potter's hand as another contraction surged through him, ripping through his body with agonizing intensity. The soft glow of the light flickered weakly in the dimly lit room, casting long shadows that seemed to echo the pain he was enduring. The rhythmic sound of the water lapping against the sides of the birthing pool created an odd contrast to the rawness of the moment, a gentle lull amidst the chaos of his body.

"Just breathe, Draco," Harry murmured, his voice steady but laced with concern. "You're doing so well. I'm right here with you."

Draco nodded weakly, sweat glistening on his forehead as his body trembled. The pain was unbearable, each contraction a cruel reminder of how far he still had to go. He took a deep breath, but it was ragged, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts. His fingers dug into Harry's hand, desperately seeking some kind of grounding, some relief.

The healer, Elara, stood nearby, her expression calm but focused. Her steady presence was a tether to sanity as she made a subtle adjustment to the water temperature with a flick of her wand, ensuring it remained perfect despite the building pressure. But Draco barely registered her actions, too consumed by the agony that twisted his insides.

Another contraction hit, fiercer this time, and Draco's breath caught in his throat. He squeezed Harry's hand harder, willing himself to hold onto something, anything, to stop the pain from completely overwhelming him. Harry didn't flinch; instead, he leaned closer, his forehead brushing against Draco's, his voice soft but firm. "You're almost there, love. Just a little longer. I'm so proud of you."

Draco's face contorted in pain, his breath a frantic rush as he fought to stay in control. Elara's voice broke through the haze of agony, guiding him. "In through the nose, out through the mouth. Good, Draco. Keep going."

The water, warm and soothing, seemed to offer little comfort against the relentless waves of pain. Draco's body jerked instinctively with each contraction, his muscles trembling with the effort. Harry's hand remained on his back, steadying him, grounding him, a constant reassurance that he wasn't alone in this.

Then, with one final, excruciating push, Draco screamed, the pain splitting through him like nothing he had ever felt before. His entire body shook with the force of it, his breath ragged and shallow, tears spilling down his cheeks as he fought to stay conscious. "I can't… I can't..." he gasped, his body trembling from the exertion.

Elara's voice was soft, yet firm. "You're so close, Draco. Just one more push."

And then, with that final push, it happened. The baby slipped into Elara's hands, her skilled fingers cradling the tiny, wriggling form. The room was filled with the unmistakable sound of a newborn's first cry—raw and beautiful, a sign of life, of hope. Draco's chest heaved with relief, his body finally going limp as the tension left him, replaced by an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

Tears of relief mixed with sweat on Draco's face as he gazed down at the tiny bundle in Elara's arms. His breath was ragged, but his heart swelled with a love that he could hardly contain.

Harry's eyes were filled with tears too, his heart bursting with pride as he kissed Draco's forehead. "You did it, Draco. You're amazing. I'm so proud of you."

Draco's lips curled into a tired smile as he gazed at their child, now wrapped in a soft, warm blanket. "Is it… really over?" His voice was hoarse, raw with emotion.

Harry nodded, his own voice thick with emotion. "It's over. You were incredible. I love you, Draco."

The healer handed the baby to Draco, and Harry wrapped his arms around both of them, enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and love. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Draco, Harry, and their newborn child—their family, finally complete. The love in the room was suffocating in its beauty, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Draco allowed himself to simply be, basking in the quiet peace they had all fought so hard to create.