He had never liked children, never been interested in them. He would have married and produced heirs, as his parents wished him to, as was his duty, but he'd never personally wanted a child. Never felt the urge to have one – he had figured he would be a distant father, without much interest in any children his eventual marriage to Pansy or another pureblood witch would produce. But then Hermione had come along and at some point Draco realised he'd begun picturing a child that was part him and part her – the best parts of both of them. He could see she would want that one day, and the worst of it was so did he.