Must not laugh. Must not laugh. Must not laugh. Harry told himself. Of course that lasted all of five seconds and he found himself softly chuckling. "Alright must not tell Malfoy I laughed." He amended to himself as he began to write an owl to Malfoy.
Malfoy,
Congratulations on the birth of your son. Is Tracey doing alright?
I'd ask after you but I figure you're smirking and telling everyone around that your son is the most perfect thing ever.