Author's Note: This was written in about fifteen minutes, sort of a spur-of-the-moment drabble. So, Happy New Years!
Surprise!
"Honey, I'm home!"
No response.
"You there?"
He frowned and moved forward cautiously. She'd said that she would be waiting for him when he got home. So the fact that she wasn't there… it worried him.
Images flashed through his head.
Shredded furniture. Torn limbs. Blood.
But he didn't remember seeing the Mark above their house, so he took a deep breath and drew his wand.
"Lumos," he murmured.
The living room looked normal. He released a shaky breath and shook his head to clear the mental images that had been forming. Then he put down his bag and started going up the steps.
Why was it so silent?
"Honey, are you here?" he called.
Still no response.
He moved silently down the hall to the master bedroom. The door was ajar, and it was dark inside. He bit his lip and reached out to push it open.
"Surprise!"
He jumped at the voice, and lights flicked on, momentarily blinding him.
"What the—"
And then arms wrapped around him, and he backed up a step. He sighed, relieved, and wrapped his arms around his wife, burying his face in her dark brown curls.
"Happy New Year," Hermione murmured into his ear.
"You scared the shit out of me."
She giggled, and he gave her bum a light tap.
"I thought you liked surprises," she said.
"Not when I think you're in danger."
She smiled and backed up a bit to look up at him. "Well, I have a surprise that I'm sure you'll like."
"What is it?" he asked.
"We're going to get to buy that toy broomstick you were looking at the other day."
"No," he breathed.
"Yes," she said, her smile widening.
"A little Malfoy?"
She nodded and pulled one of his hands around to put it on her belly.
"Have I ever told you I love you?" he said.
"Yes, but I won't object to hearing it a few more times."
"I love you."
She pressed her lips to his, and he squeezed her tight.
"I love you too, Draco," she replied.