"I wouldn't be a good father anyway," Draco told Teddy in a whisper, feeling like a fucking idiot talking to the child, but the sound of his voice seemed to soothe the baby, so he kept bloody doing it. "I'd be like my father, probably. And nobody needs a father like mine." His voice grew grim and Teddy frowned a tiny scrunched up baby frown and said, "Gleh!"