(a/n: This is a short drabble, as always, just to keep the writing going)

"Please Granger, I'm dying to know!"

Weeks and weeks Draco has been nagging for this; old pictures of Hermione. Every time he tried it from another angle, this time he wanted to know how babies look on Muggle pictures.

"Since when are you so interested in Muggle things?"

Draco dramatically gasped and put a hand on his chest.

"Love! I'm always interested in Muggle things!"

Hermione snorted and Draco came up behind her while she was cooking. He pushed her hair to one side and started kissing her neck.

"Hermione?"

"Hm?"

"Can I please see your baby albums?"

Hermione laughed and finally gave in.

"Fine!" she laughed, "But I want to see yours as well eventually!"

Draco hesitantly nodded but was still excited he got what he wanted.

"I haven't looked at them in ages though," Hermione started, "last time I saw them was probably before I even started Hogwarts. We used to move a lot and they always ended up in boxes in attics. When we moved in together my mom gave me a box with old stuff though, I reckon there are some baby albums in there. Try the attic?"

And with that, Draco sprinted away out of the kitchen.

Hermione giggled, shook her head and went back to cooking dinner.

Ten minutes later, Draco appeared grinning with two dusty baby albums.

"Found them." He smirked and put them on the table and motioned her to come sit next to him.

Hermione put the plates with food on the dining table and moved her chair close to Draco's.

Draco slowly opened the first album and they were greeted with a picture of baby Hermione, wrapped in a big blanket, only a few hours old.

Draco gasped a little when he saw it and Hermione giggled.

He kept looking at the picture with the most tender expression on his face and Hermione couldn't help kissing him on the cheek.

By that, he stopped staring at the picture as if woken up from a trance.

"Right." He cleared his throat.

"Also, I still don't get how Muggle pictures are not moving. Must be boring taking them, isn't it?" he said to change subject. Hermione shrugged and Draco flipped the pages.

They saw pictures of Hermione's first cake, first drawing and further on, first steps.

"Onto the next album!" Draco said excitedly.

The next album began where the previous one ended.

After flipping a couple of pages, they saw a picture of 3-year-old Hermione sitting in the sand with a boy.

"Oooh!" Hermione exclaimed. "My mum always said this was my best friend when we were on holiday in France! We built sandcastles, played pretend and- What is it, dear?"

Hermione had stopped talking as she saw Draco looking at the picture perplexed.

"Babe, I'm pretty sure that boy is me." He said seriously.

"What? You mean that boy over there in the background-" she said as she pointed to a boy behind Hermione on the picture.

"No. The boy you are playing with."

"What? No! It can't be, can it?" she said as she looked up.

"What year is this?" he murmured as he put the picture out of the album and checked the back.

"1982, Nice" it read on the back of the photograph.

"Well that explains a lot." Draco sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"This is a year after the first wizarding war. My parents were kept out of Azkaban, but not everyone in the Wizarding World agreed with that. So we went into some sort of hiding. In the Muggle world. We always had a manor in France, near Monaco and near Nice. My dad hated it there, rather stayed inside than sitting amongst Muggles on the beach. My mom used to take me though." He finished and he grinned at her.

"What are you grinning about?" Hermione asked, but started grinning herself.

"Granger, my dear Granger, don't you realize we were best friends when we were younger? And then we meet again, start dating and last year I proposed to you! This is so weird!" he exclaimed.

"It's like it's meant to be then." Hermione smiled as she leaned closer to him.

"Very much meant to be indeed." He said and closed the gap between them.