There had once been a time when he thought he would do anything for Hermione. The love he had for her was eternal and ever-consuming. He thought about her every moment of the day, and he craved her touches. But when she had given him the twins, that love had split and attached itself to two little and even more demanding beings. Aurora was the worst, or rather, Draco knew she knew she could ask him anything and Draco would do it. He was not ashamed to admit he was utterly at his daughter's mercy in everything she wanted or did.