All it took was six hours for Isla Malfoy to become a household name. She was history in the making. The child of good and bad, light and dark, life and death, and she was the millennium baby.

Draco and Hermione decided that Ginny and Blaise would be the godparents, as Draco was one of Blaise's twins, Alcor's godfather and Ginny was more or less Hermione's sister.

Hermione got a few hours of sleep before everyone started to arrive at St. Mungo's to see the baby. Draco went back to The Burrow to get a little bit of shuteye.

He couldn't stop smiling, all he could think about was Isla. Her little button nose or her chocolate coloured eyes, her mothers eyes. She was a perfect mixture of both of them. Hermione's eyes, nose and pale skin. Draco's platinum blonde hair and good looks. Her parents were the smartest in their year, so she would be undoubtedly intelligent.

As Draco approached the front door of The Burrow, Potter, Weasley, Bill and Percy ran out to him and started saying things all at once.

"Congratulations mate!" Harry said slapping him on the back.

"How'd it go?" Percy inquired.

"How are they?" Ron asked with a grin.

"Did you get your hand broken?" Bill asked teasingly.

Draco chuckled.

"Thanks. Fine. Brilliant. And Nearly." He asnwered in one go.

Mrs. Weasley, who had gone home earlier came out to them.

"I haven't told them the name and they haven't read the paper yet, so you can tell them her name when you get inside. We can open a bottle of firewhiskey." Mrs. Weasley said kissing his cheek.

When everyone had gotten themselves a drink, Draco took out the picture Sammy Wilkin had given him and held it up.

Angelina took it off him and passed it around, there was multiple oohs and ahhs. She's beautiful's and ahh would you look at her!'s.

Eventually Lavender cracked. "What's her name?"

Draco smiled and looked down before looking back up at them.

"Isla, Isla Adeline Malfoy."

"Oooh, it eez beautiful! She eez beautiful, like my Victoire." Fleur gasped.

"Oh she's gorgeous!" Lavender said looking at the picture. "I think she looks like Hermione, but with your hair and lips."

"I love her name! It's so unusual, Isla." Angelina commented.

Comments like this went on and on. By the time that Draco got the picture of his baby girl back it was nearly time for him to leave.

He was sitting next to Ron and Bill on the couch.

Bill looked at the new father staring at his daughter. He knew exactly what Draco was going through, when Vic was born all he wanted to do was be with her and Fleur.

Ron had Blaire asleep on his lap. He stroked his seven month olds curly blonde hair. She was his everything, so many people had doubted that he would be a natural father, including himself. When actually he had gotten into his new routine fairly easily. Getting up at four o'clock in the morning, being covered in spit-up. Carrying the nappy bag, changing nappies, everything was surprisingly simpler than he thought it would be, considering what he was like at Hogwarts, but he did it for her. He felt Blaire starting to wake up, she started whining and twisting herself around. Ron lifted her up and turned her towards him.

"Hello darling!" He smiled.

The baby smiled at him and then yawned.

"Oh big yawn! Big yawn!" He said in his baby voice.

She started to laugh. Draco looked at him as if he had four heads.

"What on earth are you doing?" The blonde haired man asked.

Bill sighed. "Give it about a week, you'll be talking like that."

Draco looked appalled.

"You won't even notice it until someone mentions it to you, and guess what." Ron started.

"What?" Draco asked looking scared.

"You won't even care!" He finished and turned his attention back to Blaire.

Draco looked at Bill for some comfort, to tell him that Ron was just playing with him, but all he was given was serious look.

"Seriously! I'm going to sound like that!" Draco said pointing at Ron.

"Seriously. Just concentrate on Isla for a second." Bill instructed him.

Draco thought about his little girl. He felt himself smiling like an idiot.

Bill gasped. "Oh no Ron! He's already at the smiling stage."

Ron chuckled. "Then change that from a week to four days."

Draco thought about Isla again and decided. "I'm going to go see them."

"Three days." Ron corrected himself.

Draco told the others he was leaving. Lavender, Fleur, Angelina, Cho, Harry, Mr. Weasley and George decided to go with him. Lavender and Fleur decided to bring Blaire and Victoire as well.

They appeared in the hospital entrance, they started to walk to Hermione's room.

The witch behind the front desk waved. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. And Mrs. Potter, Weasley's." She greeted them with a smile.

They smiled and waved back.

Draco lead the way to his wife and daughter. He walked into the room, the first thing he noticed was that Hermione had showered, as her long waved hair was shiny and tied back in a ponytail when last night it was loose and covered in sweat. She was finishing feeding Isla. The others, besides Fleur and Lavender, waited outside. Lavender and Fleur ran over to her, Hermione gave her a hug.

"Oh! Can I see her?" Lavender exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course." Hermione replied sweetly.

Draco took Blaire off Lavender so she could hold Isla.

"Oh, she's stunning." Lavender said quietly, sitting down with Isla in her arms. "I can't wait to have another one!"

Hermione was shocked.

"Are you kidding me!? Last night was horrible!" Hermione all but shouted.

Lavender chuckled. "Like you wouldn't go through it again for another one."

Hermione thought about it. She had only had Isla a few hours ago, but she was already the best thing in her life, if their were more of her, well.

"Fine, I'll give you that." She caved in.

"Seriously! So you'll do it like maybe, five more times?" Draco said excitedly, he had been listening to their whole conversation while playing with Blaire and Victoire in the corner.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, we are not having six children!"

Fleur gasped. "Six Cheeldren!"

Lavender shrugged. "I think, the more I have, the happier I'll be."

Fleur rolled her eyes. "You 're such a Weaslee!"

Draco put up his hand. "I'm with Lavender, the more the merrier."

Hermione and Fleur rolled their eyes in sync.

"Then I trust that you'll be pushing them out, because you seem to have forgotten last night already, so I'll remind you that it's like taking ten cruciartus curses at once, only worse." Hermione hissed.

"You know that's a perfect description of what it feels like." Lavender said, deep in thought.

Fleur genuinely seemed amused. Draco thought about what he was going to say.

"No I won't be pushing them out because it's biologically impossible, but by the time we have our second I will most likely be a healer, and I can deliver them."

"Then who's hand will I be breaking?" Hermione asked.

Draco looked at Lavender, she nodded. "Rons? Looks like he's gonna have to get used to it."

Hermione rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Why are you so angry today?" Draco asked hoping he wouldn't be killed.

Fleur answered. "It eez ze first day in zee zree day recovery process."

Draco got scared. "And tomorrow will be?"

Hermione answered. "Happiness."

"And the third day."

Lavender shuddered. "The third day blues, a day full of tissues."

Draco was shocked. "They don't teach you this in healer training."

Suddenly he remembered the others outside. At this point it was Fleur who was cooing over Isla. He went out to the waiting room to let them in.

The Malfoys, Potters and Weasley spent the next three hours talking about babies, even the men.

Cho was asking every question that could possibly be asked about the labour process. She was extremely nervous, but all three of the new mothers, Hermione, Lavender and Fleur, reassured her that it was worth it.

Draco stood up against the wall for about twenty minutes just staring, mesmerised by his daughter in his arms. Every move, every sound she made, he noticed. He knew that he was falling head over heels for this little girl. He knew that he was never going to be able to say no to her, anything she'd ever want he'd give to her. No male on this planet would ever be good enough for her. He kissed her forehead and stroked her face. Her little button nose, her perfectly shaped pink lips, her chocolate eyes and pale skin, the blonde whisps of hair on her head, her unusually dark eyelashes. She was perfect, an angel, his angel.