It was nearly 9pm and the sun was finally setting as he walked her through his room into the nursery, where they looked in on the sleeping Scorpius. Draco watched as Hermione stepped up to the crib and looked down at his son- no, he was their son, her son, now. Draco joined her, taking her hand that rested on the top of the crib and looked down at the baby sleeping peacefully. "What are you thinking?" He asked softly,