Narcissa Malfoy looked up with wide, startled blue eyes, and tipped the chubby almost-toddler she was dangling upside-down the right way up again. The child shrieked with joy and burbled happily, patting at Narcissa's face, and she kissed it on the forehead and stood, her pale pink skirts rustling as she walked over to them, baby on her hip. There was a cautious, hopeful happiness on her face as she approached, her eyes glued to Draco. Hermione felt out of place. Like she was intruding on what should be a private moment. But his fingers gripped hers so tightly it hurt and his whole body tensed, and she was glad she hadn't waited outside.