Monday
"Dean I want an heir" the black boy choked on his coffee and looked at his spouse. Draco Malfoy sat across from him with a near perfect puppy dog face in place.
"Drake… you know how I feel. I don't want to risk losing you again, it's too soon. You almost died because of that evil bastard, I refuse to let you take that potion; you know the morality rate." Draco frowned, no one, absolutely no one, denied a Malfoy.
The next day
"So Dean, what do you think we should name our baby?" Draco's face was completely innocent as his love glared.
"No Draco."
And so it continued for several months, Draco would ask in the morning, during tea, and if they were alone, during dinner. And Dean remained stubborn. Then one morning Dean realized something was off. Draco just sat their silent with his Malfoy mask on. Dean sighed; Draco could suit himself he wasn't giving in. Five days later he frowned, his husband really wanted children. The thought of small versions of the person he loved more then life it self did warm his heart….
Eventually one Draco got up to leave, and Dean grabbed his waist pulling him back down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around his lover and breathed a deep sigh. Draco stiffened but his face broke out into a small smile. A couple moments of silence then Dean announced, "I guess I'd be fine with having a child…"
Draco's sly smile broke into a full out grin, "You better be more then fine, she's do in July darling." A shocked silence followed this statement, Draco snuggled against the awed expecting farther, "I took the potion weeks ago. No one denies a Malfoy."
Dean just shook his head with a silly grin on his face. "That's it, the babies taking my last name."