"I will do better than you ever could," he said to the room, his mind conjuring his father’s form. "I will be a better father and a better man to Hermione than you ever were to me and Mum. My life is theirs and I’d rather be dead than have them think otherwise." The image faded and Draco felt the weight lift away. With a final, deep breath he threw his Floo powder and called out for home. When he landed in the living room, he found Hermione crowded between Pansy and Ginny, smiling and cooing over a dozen baby catalogues, her hands pressed against her stomach. When she looked up and smiled at him, Draco felt his heart stutter. All he could do was smile back.