Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter (no matter how much I want to).
Author's Note: This is just a product of boredom, so do not expect this to be awesome. (Hey, that rhymed! :D)
"Hermione! The baby's crying again!" Draco called out to his wife who was in the shower amidst the shrill wails of a six-month-old baby.
He tried carrying the baby in his arms and dancing around the room. It didn't work. He tried pulling funny faces. It didn't work. He tried making farting noises with his armpit, , but the baby's wails only got shriller and louder.
Alright, this calls for drastic measures.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are."
Draco Malfoy, the bad-ass prince of Slytherin, the boy who had girls practically throwing themselves all over him, just sang a lullaby to a baby.
"I GIVE UP!" He buried his face in his hands in exasperation. "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU? I SANG! I SANG, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! JUST QUIET DOWN, WILL YOU?"
"Draco!" Hermione suddenly emerged, now wearing a purple blouse and jeans. Miraculously, the baby's shrieks stopped. "Why are you yelling at our daughter?"
"That kid has been driving me crazy with her cries that almost pierced my eardrum!"
Hermione went to her baby's crib and smiled. "My wittle angel… Did daddy yell at you, darling? Did he? Aww…Youw chuch a cute wittle baby…Yes you are!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Hermione picked up the baby and held it out to her husband.
"Here," she said. "Hold her. You'd better take care of her, or I'll…You know what I can do. I'll go grocery shopping for a while."
She made her way out the door.
"What, no goodbye kiss?" Draco said with a pout.
"You're such a prat," she said, but gave her husband a kiss on the forehead.
"But I'm your prat, love," he smiled. Hermione smiled back.
"Now you be good."
Ten minutes later, the house was soon filled with the baby's shrieks and Draco's yells of "HERMIONEEEEE! THE BABY JUST POOPED ALL OVER MY PANTS!"