Disclaimer: I own in no way Draco or Hermione. I own the plot and the twin girls, that's all.

Who Gets Top?

Draco and Hermione had just settled down for a nice, quiet evening together when their bedroom door burst open, causing them to break their kiss off much sooner than they had wanted to. As they looked over into the doorway, their twin girls, who were seven years old, Elizabeth and Grace stood in their pajamas with all the arrogance of their father. They both had long, blonde hair that shimmered almost unnaturally in the dim lighting. Their pale faces reflected their brown eyes that bespoke of their mother and their height, or lack of, rather, said they were Hermione's girls as well.

The Malfoy couple shared a look of oh-my-god-the-night's-been-ruined-now-why-the-hell-didn't-we-lock-the-door? Their faces paled a bit as they rolled their eyes at one another in a here-we-go-again look. Recently they hadn't been able to have a whole lot of intimacy between them due to the familiar squabble of which the girls now began.

"MOM!" shrieked Grace in a high-pitched little girl's voice. "You said I could be on top yesterday night, but Elizabeth insists she gets to be on top, but I don't like it when she's on top because the bottom's not very comfy for me. Make her be on the bottom!"

"DAD!" shrieked Elizabeth in an equally high-pitched voice, "It's my turn to be on top 'cause I like it more. She always gets to be on top and it's not fair!"

"Have you ever thought that taking turns is better for you both?" asked Draco, barely hiding a smile beneath his stern smirk.

"Honey, I don't think you two should be doing this anymore, what if on of you gets hurt? Besides, I don't think this is very lady like of either of you, all this squabbling," Hermione said, frowning.

"Maybe neither of you should be on top," added Draco.

"But I LIKE being on top!" yelled Elizabeth stubbornly as she stamped her foot in irritation.

"No! It's my turn! You're always on top!" screamed Grace in her sister's face.

"Girls, girls!" boomed Draco.

"Have you never though that maybe we could solve your never-ending problem?" asked Hermione as she slipped out of bed and out from under her warm covers. "How would you both like to be on top?"

"Really?" squealed both girls as they clapped their hands excitedly, their chocolate eyes shimmering.

"Really," confirmed Draco as he stood between them and took them by their hands back down the hall to their room.

As they entered the room, they were surprised to see a major change in the room. Instead of there being one bunk bed in the room, there were now two. Hermione slipped her wand back into her robe pocket as the girls came back in. They were in awe of their matching beds and climbed in eagerly, thanking their parents gratefully.

As the couple headed back down the hallway they stole a kiss from each other. Hermione sighed as she leaned against Draco. Upon reaching their room, they both stripped of their robes and tumbled onto their shared canopy bed in each other's arms. When they finally broke apart, Hermione grinned devilishly.

"Who gets top?" she asked mischievously.

"I want top!" mimicked Draco.

"You always get top!" Hermione said, playing along.

At this the two adults began to laugh. After a short while their laughter faded into silence, which Hermione promptly broke.

"No, seriously, Draco. Who gets top?"


Sorry, I know that wasn't the best. It randomly hit me at aroung 12:04 in the morning, so I thought I might try it as my firsts fan fic and see how it goes...would you leave me a review? Please? I'll give you some leprachaun gold...