Snickering, he wrinkled his nose at his wife. "I would say he'd never wear it in a million years, but if it's from his grandchildren? He'll put it on as soon as it's unwrapped." Lucius Malfoy had turned out to be a complete softy when it came to his grandchildren, half-bloods or no. Nothing mattered more to Malfoys than family, and Lucius never let his own prejudices interfere with how he treated the youngest generation.
Draco hesitated a moment longer, then bent to put Lyra on the floor. She immediately turned so George could fasten the harness on her. Draco stepped back and wrapped one arm around Hermione's waist. "Please, whatever god might be listening, do not let my children figure out how to grow wings on their own," he muttered mostly under his breath. A small hurrumph came from ankle level, and Draco looked down to see one of the ferret plushies with its tiny arms folded.
It looked up at him and sneered. "My father will hear about this."
Draco shook his head at it. "I already did, mate."