"There you go, that's not so bad, is it? I'll be right back, won't be a minute," she said and hurried off, abandoning Draco outside with the child. He felt almost too afraid to breathe for some ridiculous reason, and kept his arms locked tightly, staring down at the child. Teddy blinked, and turned his eyes up to Draco's face. Big, blue eyes framed by long, dark lashes, curious and wide, looking up at him uncomprehendingly. Draco's breath jerked in. The child was so soft, so warm, and as Draco gazed down at him, he burbled, one tiny, chubby hand flailing out of the blanket and grabbing aimlessly at Draco's shirt, patting at his chest.