He pulled the covers away and peeled his wife's arm from its tight grip on his chest. Slowly, stealthily he made his way to the nursery. He spent many nights doing this, when he couldn't sleep, just watching his child.

This was how he'd come to decide that infants didn't breath nearly loud enough. He had gone into a panic several times simply because he couldn't hear the breathing, because he couldn't see any rise and fall of the baby's chest. Now he looked down at his little son and felt prouder than he had ever felt, of himself, of his little boy.

He watched as his son moved his tiny arm in his sleep. A tiny arm complete with tiny fingers and tiny fingernails. He was like a complete human…except tiny. Tiny and vulnerable.

He let out a large breath and his son stirred in the crib beneath him and his eyelids slowly drifted open. A moment of hesitation before he prepared to let out an ear-splitting wail. Draco Malfoy lifted his son instinctively and sat in the rocking chair in the corner. He rocked slowly with his miniature human being in his arms.

Far from being awkward with the boy (as you might expect) he was coddling the child shamelessly. He looked down into his sons eyes. "I love you Scorpius," he whispered. "I promise I will be the best father I can." He stood his son up on his knees, "If I ever become like my father I will have your mother curse me," he chuckled lightly and looked back at his son in his little sleep suit all innocent and untainted and felt like he would never let the boy out of the house.

'The biggest time wasters' his mother had called children, not in a cruel way, simply because you could look at them for hours and lose all track of time and all focus on anything else. This was Draco Malfoy's predicament.

He was torn between the desire to spend every waking minute with his small family and to play the 'Malfoy' and handle the finances.

Before he knew it his wife was smiling down at him, "I rolled over and you weren't there," her bottom lip jutted out in a petulant manner, Draco smiled back at his wife. He would always love this woman, giving him this beautiful child, carrying it for nine months, taking his name, wearing his ring. He looked back down at his son as his wife wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his head in a chaste motion repeated fifty times a week, the kind of repetition that never got old.

She rested her head on one of his shoulders with her lips against his neck, "This is the third night in a row I've caught you doing this Draco,"
"I can't help it, he's so beautiful."
"He has your eyes you know?" he knew, she kissed his neck, "Your beautiful grey eyes and your beautiful blond hair,"
"And he has your nose," he turned his head slightly and kissed the aforementioned nose. "I could just look at him forever," she kissed his neck again,
"But then who would keep me company in bed?" she asked, he looked sideways at her with his smirk as he stood gently and placed the, now sleeping, infant in it's crib before following his wife to their bedroom.

This was not written to be a dramione. This is a DMOC, the OC of course referring to the pureblood witch he marries after Deathly Hallows.

I felt too many people were writing about how Draco hated his life PostDH with his pureblooded wife, this story came to me.

Hope you enjoyed it all the same.

(♥) Dramione27.