Harry smiled as Teddy gave up gumming his own fist in favor of Draco's finger. His little fingers curled around Draco's own larger finger, holding it in his tight grasp. Harry had marveled at the little hands and feet, and his nose and his ears himself and it amused Harry that Draco had the same awed look he had a couple months ago when he first met Teddy.
"He is, but I promise you won't hurt him. I-- I'll even show you how to hold him." He smiled, and adjusted Teddy in his arms. Though he was tiny and quite light, fifteen pounds tended to make Harry's arms tired after a while. Harry turned and sat down on the bench and indicated that Draco should sit beside him.
When he did, Harry adjusted Draco's arms, and slid Teddy into the crook in his arm. "Now, you just want to support his head and neck, he can't hold his head up on his own yet, so you want to make sure he's not going floppy." He laughed and tucked his arm under Teddy's butt, and put Draco's free arm on Teddy's tummy. "See, it's not hard."
His hand still rested on Draco's hand, and he blushed when he realized that he hadn't removed it. "Sorry," he said softly, but smiled at the picture the two of them made.