Draco gave birth to a healthy baby boy on a cold wintery evening, close to the holidays. Harry still recalled the panic he'd felt that day. He had been by the pregnant man's side the entire time, bearing the brunt of Draco's wrath in the process. Harry almost thought he'd rather like to try taking on Voldemort again and then vowed to remember this day if he ever thought to get Draco pregnant again.

Harry had been smitten by baby Scorpius upon first sight but Draco on the other hand, had taken some convincing.

"He doesn't look like much to me." Draco had said rather brusquely.

"What are you talking about, he's absolutely beautiful?" Harry had answered back defensively.

Draco took another cursory look at the tiny bundle that Harry held within his arms.

"The Weasley girl's right, you are crazy!" Draco concurred.

Harry had only given him a warning glare before occupying a nearby chair to coo and cuddle with his son. Hell must have frozen over for Draco to have agreed with Harry's ex-wife.

There was definitely still no love lost between those two. Harry asking Ginny for a divorce hadn't come as much of a surprise given the amount of time he'd spent away from the house. Ginny only balked upon hearing that Malfoy was involved. Hermione and Ron had also voiced their loud protests against their relationship. Harry, of course, chose not to heed their warnings.

Taking the baby home proved more difficult than Harry anticipated. Draco hadn't wanted the baby but he promised to try to help raise Scorpius yet he couldn't even bring himself to hold the baby. He wanted a relationship with Harry, not with this squalling infant he'd born in such pain. So Harry, Kreacher and a house elf named Lindy were the ones let to raise the youngest Black. Harry did his best to give Draco as much time as possible but after several weeks he was beginning to fear he'd made a mistake. Maybe a Malfoy couldn't change after all...

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"I'm ordering you not to do anything for the baby while I'm gone this morning. I want his father to care for him. Don't worry; I'll be back in a couple hours, just in case."

The house elves exchanged worried looks as Harry spoke. He didn't blame them. So far, Draco hadn't shown any interest in caring for his son. He was rather nervous himself but this was something Harry had to do. He had trusted Draco and thus far, he'd been let down. Perhaps Ginny and the others had been right; maybe Harry shouldn't have pursued this relationship with Draco after all.

Draco heard the loud squalling and hollered for Lindy. Several minutes went by and still the incessant crying continued.

"Where the hell is that lazy house elf? All this free will nonsense is for the birds!" he groused as he pulled himself out of bed and headed downstairs in search of the elves.

He looked everywhere downstairs before realizing he was alone. Finally, he climbed the stairs only to be greeted by Scorpius'screams. Draco stood within the doorway of the nursery, listening to the cries get more and more urgent. Draco took a tentative step forward. He could do this, he was sure he could.

Draco hovered near the crib. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the Quidditch themed mobile, making the players fly about in a circle above Scorpius' head. The baby seemed disinterested in the tiny figures and continued wailing. With a wave of his wand, Draco used an accio spell to retrieve the baby's formula. The plastic bottle was warm to the touch; Harry must have used a warming spell.

Draco could admit he was nervous, but this was a baby, what was there to be frightened of really. He picked up Scorpius, careful to hold his head up as Harry had shown him. Scorpius' cries were softer now as Draco held him. He could feel the warmth of Scorpius' tiny body against his chest. Draco walked over to the old fashioned rocker and sat. He pressed Scorpius' bottle to his lips and felt the baby begin sucking eagerly.

"You just wanted breakfast I see." Draco whispered with a slight chuckle.

"I'm sorry your daddy isn't here. You probably like him better, everyone else does."

Harry was hiding in the shadows, just outside the door. Draco's words broke his heart.

Draco began rocking back and forth slowly in the still morning light. Scorpius sucked delightedly on his bottle and Harry could feel Draco begin to relax.

"You look a little bit like your daddy," Draco remarked to the infant. "...With all that messy dark hair."

Draco's fingers brushed a stray curl from across Scorpius' forehead. He swallowed hard as unfamiliar feelings rose up within him.

"I didn't want you, still don't." Draco said a bit sharply but then his words softened as the baby squirmed. "I want your daddy though, and he wants you, not sure just why."

Scorpius had long stopped sucking on the nearly empty bottle and Draco pulled it from his mouth. He pulled him up onto his shoulder as he'd seen Harry do often. He felt Scorpius' breathe tickling his skin and he couldn't help but smile. Maybe this parenting thing wouldn't be so hard after all he concluded.

"You can come in now, Harry."

Harry was taken aback by Draco acknowledging his presence. He entered the room with a sheepish look upon his face.

"You two look rather good together." Harry remarked, a smile adorning his face.

Draco looked up; his expression halfway between a scowl and a smile as Harry crossed the room and kneeled beside the chair. He pressed a soft kiss upon both their heads and Draco let out a sigh.

"I love you, Draco." Harry whispered softly against his ear.

"I love you too, Harry, but what were you thinking? I mean what if I hadn't picked him up? What if I let him go hungry?Just what sort of father are you?" Draco groused loudly, making Scorpius give a tiny little start.

"I had faith in you all along." Harry reiterated.

Draco pulled Harry in for a hug, baby Scorpius wedged in between them and he knew some how, some way, they'd make this work.