"We are not fucking having this conversation now," Draco cut in desperately before Hermione could say anything else, a brilliant hot flush of embarrassment rising on his cheeks. He had thought he was better at hiding his emotions than that – obviously not. Not anymore, at least. He'd gotten lazy. "Give the damned baby back to Nymphadora and Lupin," he ordered, raising an eyebrow at her. "You want to celebrate – well, we'll fucking celebrate. And it isn't going to be child-friendly."