"Shh, it's okay. Your mother will be back in a minute, don't worry," he said, staring down into those big blue eyes; unafraid, unknowing, just formless curiosity, non-judgemental interest. Teddy didn't know who Draco was, or what he'd done, and that was strangely freeing. Comforting. Teddy's warm little hand patted at Draco's chest, snatching at his shirt with surprising strength, and hr made a funny little half-smile and Draco found himself smiling in return. He jounced Teddy lightly, rocked and smiled involuntarily down at the infant, wrapped in the seclusion of the cool, moonlit night. He said things in soothing tones, little whispered phrases spilling out of him – nonsense mostly, but certainly no fucking baby-talk.