I don't really know how this all came to me, but I just couldn't stop typing it.
As always, enjoy.
:)
Baby Kitty:
"Scorpius, we don't rub the kitty like that!" Hermione pleaded to her two year-old son. "We pet the kitty. See?" She demonstrated, running her small hands down the length of her cat's back.
His eyes lit up as his tiny hands reached out and pet the old cat's head. It stopped fidgeting, allowing him to continue with his loving embrace.
Hermione sighed in relief.
"No, son. You're doing it wrong."
Draco walked in, narrowing his eyes hauntingly at the mean, old cat. Even now he still hated her precious pet.
Hermione frowned. "What are you teaching our son?"
"I'm teaching him the correct way to treat the little bugger."
"No, you're teaching him to be mean to animals."
"That thing isn't an animal, Kitten. It's- demented."
Hermione sighed.
"Speaking of kittens," he kneeled down and pressed his ear to her seemingly flat stomach. "How is this kitty?" He gently poked her.
She giggled. "Fine. We both are. Thank you for asking."
"Kitty?" their son had stopped petting Crookshanks and was now staring at his mother's stomach. "There?"
Draco laughed. "Yep!"
Baby Brother:
"I don't know why you're upset," he told her with a frown. "It's not like I actually told him."
"Draco, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Hermione shrieked.
"And, do tell me why I should be ashamed."
"You told our son that I was pregnant with a kitty!" she was fuming with rage. "How can you tell him that?"
Draco thought for a moment. "We'll, I couldn't very tell our two year-old the truth. Seriously, Hermione, what would you have done?"
This completely stumped her. She didn't know what she would have done.
Sighing, she prepared to deliver the news that their son would not getting a new kitty as a brother.
"He's going to be so upset."
"He'll be fine, Kitten. Just tell him he's going to have a baby brother and he'll forget about the whole Kitty thing."
Mommy's name:
"Why you call mommy kitten?" His son asked him innocently.
Draco tried to conceal his amusement. "Because, that's mommy's name."
"No." He protested. "Mommy's name is mommy."
"Mommy's name is Kitten."
Both father and son stared at each other for a few moments.
"Alright, you win. Mommy's name is mommy." He couldn't win against his son.
He beamed at his dad. "Told you!" He smiled in triumph. "Mommy was right!"
Draco chuckled softly. "Yes, my little Kitten is always right." He whispered much too quietly for his son to hear.