And then a small, warm hand pushed up against Draco's jaw, and a little cooing noise broke through the moment and shattered it into a thousand pieces. Draco dragged his mouth away from Hermione's and stared down at Teddy with exasperated amusement, the infant now trying his damnedest to shove his entire small saliva-covered fist into Draco's mouth. He twisted his face away from Teddy, pushing the fist away, and Hermione stifled a snort at Draco's disgusted expression, catching Teddy's arm and tucking it back into the swaddling. She pressed her lips together tightly but smiled despite her efforts not to, a few breathy chuckles escaping as Draco tried to wipe Teddy's drool off his face with the end of his sleeve.