A/N: Just a little Luna/Draco drabble-type thing. I don't necessarily ship it, but it's an interesting pairing—they'd LOOK cute together, and their babies would be adorable! R/R :*
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Warm late-afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains, pooling across the hardwood floor and in the corners of picture frames. Luna stands peering into the icebox, bent as low as her swollen belly will allow. Seven months along, and still she won't allow her husband to fetch his own butterbeer.
Luna fishes out a bottle and shuts the icebox, holding it with the neck between her fingers and placing her other hand on her back, sucking in air through her teeth. She waddles back to the front porch to where Draco sits in a wicker rocking chair, watching the kids play in the yard. Luna takes her seat in the second rocker, grateful for the soft pillow that her husband had placed there in her absence. He smiles thoughtfully at her, accepting the bottle she passes him.
Opening the bottle with a crack, Draco takes a generous sip and set it down on a small end table, drumming his fingers carelessly on the wickerwork. A tall, lanky man approaches, rubbing his thinning hair with a carefree hand, raising the other in welcome.
"Russel," Luna says kindly, waving in return at her neighbor. "Come to get Maggie and Bo?"
The man, Russel, nods, and two of the children, hearing their names, break free from the lot and approach their father. "Who's yours?" he asks Luna conversationally as Maggie pulls her shoes on. He is new to the neighborhood circle of parents and playdates, having just finished settling in last week.
Luna laughs, a tinkling, merry sound. "Just Kit," she confirms, waving a hand at a towheaded girl, leggy as a new colt. "The rest of the parents should be by soon."
Draco nods amiably. "There's just the Cray twins' parents, and little Clare McCarthy's mum, and then we'll all be turning in for the night." He waves at each respective child as he says their name. The Cray twins are identical, slight boys with mischievous smirks, and Clare is a redhead with soft brown eyes, big and serious like a cow's. Kit is by far the tallest, and the loudest, a born leader.
Russel helps his young daughter to her feet and turns to his neighbors, a tired smile on his long face. "I'll be seeing you this weekend round mine then, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy."
Luna laughs again, and Draco corrects the man, saying, "Luna and Draco to you, Russel. See you then." Taking a child's hand in each of his, Russel sets off down the garden path, his small family's shadows longer than they are tall.
"Must be hard to be a single dad," Luna murmus, looking into her husband's soft grey eyes.
Draco nods, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so glad I have you," he replies. "I'm so glad you didn't…."
"Hush," says she, softly. She knew that her husband often dwelt on the war, on her imprisonment in his family's house and his own part in it, but she wasn't having him spoil such a perfect summer night.
Eventually, the parents of their remaining child guests came and went, and Kit followed her parents inside, holding the door for her fetus-encumbered mother. She was a sweet young girl, with her father's white-blonde hair as opposed to her mother's darker dirty-blonde, but the eyes were pure Luna.
Also pure Luna was Kit's unflagging love for stories that began with Once upon a time and ended in happily ever after. The ones she liked best had friendly dragons, vengeful fairies, and other creatures acting the way they didn't in actuality.
Kit's favorite story, however, had the normal beastly dragons and clever, greedy goblins and one certain red-eyed man, and, best of all, two very unlikely lovers, staying true through the thick of it all.