As tired as she was, she didn’t want to close her eyes. Hermione was mesmorised by the little boy in her arms. Six pounds, 15 ounces, he reminded Hermione of her favorite baby doll as a young girl. His eyes were a sterling shade of silver like Draco’s but with a ring of honey brown on the edges; the colour was one of the rarest she had ever seen. He had the most precious face with the tiniest button nose and perfectly shaped cupid’s bow lips. He also had just a few tufts of light blonde hair that already looked curly.