"Things changed a lot when my father went to prison," Draco replied. "Things changed a lot for me. I know- I know I was a...less than savoury character. And I know- well, now isn't time for excuses. I'm sure there will be plenty of time for it one day over a cold firewhiskey-"
He looked down at Teddy, concerned that the little boy was whimpering in such a manner and passing him back to Harry as carefully as possible. "Is he ok?" he asked, watching as the baby was wrapped up, watching as Harry held him and soothed him. It made his heart swell up in his chest, colour rising in his cheeks.
Draco swallowed, playing with his now vacant fingers. "I would like that, of course. Though I will never be as capable as you are." His eyes returned to Harry, drawn as though by a magnet. "You are a natural. He's a lucky little man."