'don't you worry, don't you worry child, see heavens got a plan for you' - Swedish House Mafia.
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Draco opened his eyes as a young blonde nurse came bustling in with a trolley of medicines. He had no idea what any of them were and to be honest he couldn't care less. BUt when Hermione was involved, Draco felt weak.
He sat up in his chair and looked over to Hermione.
Her eyes were closed, not tightly, but ever so lightly that it reminded him of butterflies. Draco was actually quite soft when it came down to it. He was never allowed toys when he was younger and he couldn't wait to have his own little boy or girl to play with.
He wanted to teach them properly, not like he was, and they would live in a house full of love. Well, sort of.
Draco sat back in his chair and smiled to himself. He imagined teaching the child to ride a broomstick, how to catch a snitch, and Hermione would come out with their other child in her arms and she would look at him with such lo-
Stop imagining. You need to start focusing on the present. His mind told him.
He supposed it was right.
So placing his hand back into Hermione's he took a well deserved rest.
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yas I know its short but its just a filler and all my chapters are short get over it.