"Honestly, Hermione, if you'd like to hold him we can go and sit down and you can have a cuddle," Remus offered again with a quietly proud smile, and little Teddy waved his fist at her and Hermione melted again, most alarmingly. She had no idea small babies could be so mesmerising. She stroked Teddy's clenched up fist, marvelling at how soft and delicate his skin felt and bit her lip, nodding nervously, feeling rather as though she'd thrown herself to the lions. Her mind raced as she followed Remus into the lounge, asking automatically all the usual polite pleasantries; how Tonks was – fine, apparently, and just having a little lie down – and how old Teddy was – three days today.