Merlin, the child was going to dissolve into tears, Draco knew it. He tried to remember how Nymphadora had rocked the baby, and tentatively, hesitantly, began to rock from foot to foot so he and Teddy swayed gently. The contorted, unhappy expression stayed glued to Teddy's face. He opened his mouth, and Draco swore a string of silent curses in his head, helpless and about to panic – he was not fucking equipped to deal with a screaming infant. He rocked Teddy a little more vigorously and jiggled him up and down in his arms.