"Oh for Merlin's bloody sake, Hermione," Draco sighed, irritated and resigned at once, rolling his eyes and glaring at her. She just smiled up at him, unbothered by his expression, and then leant against the porch railing watching him with Teddy, a strange tenderness in those dark eyes. He shifted uncomfortably under her steady, silent gaze, jiggling Teddy as the infant made a grizzle of protest, and soothing him back to burbling, happiness.