Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I just own the plot, if you could call it that. I own the… what's trying to be a mushy Dramione fic and is barely getting there. so… on with our regularly scheduled program...
She looked at the clock.
It was 9:07. She had put Rose and Scorpius to bed hours ago and was waiting on Draco to come home from the afterparty of his Quidditch match which was really exciting while reading her book. He was the reserve seeker for Puddlemere United. They, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, had gotten married four years ago after the Battle of Hogwarts. To Hermione's relief, all of their friends and family had been supportive of it and they had had there little angels, Rose and Scorpius a year later. Hermione held a high position in the Ministry and was the main working parent, so Draco stayed home most of the time but had his practices while the kids were at Sunday school. However, the other seeker was out for a week due to a bad Beater to the head, and so Hermione had taken some time off work to watch the kids this week while Draco had his time to shine. But handling the kids was never too easy given their stubbornness and pride from her and their arrogance and bossiness from their father, and it was late, and she was tired.
Hmmmm… Maybe I'll just head to bed, she thought.
Draco opened the door to the house he shared with his beautiful wife. It was 10:47. It had been an exciting but long day and he was ready to flop down on the bed and catch up on some much-needed sleep.
On his way to their bedroom, he stopped to check on Rose and Scorpius. Rose's room was a lavender color and she lay snuggled under the covers. Draco smiled. She at first glance looked exactly like her mother. Brown, bushy hair, deep brown eyes, and the intellect of her mother and father. Draco was not willing to let his wife take all the credit. But she also had Draco's sharp edges, Quidditch skills, and wit. Draco walked over, planted a kiss on her forehead, and snuck out.
Down the hall, he peeked in Scorpius's room. He was draped across his bed and his sleek white-blond hair covered his face. He also had Draco's grey eyes. But he had a heck of a lot of his mom's Gryffindor pride and stubbornness. And he preferred reading to Quidditch. Draco stared for a minute more and then kept walking. He was so damn proud with his wife and children. They were his entire life.
How is it that a git like me got endowed with all of this?
He made his way to his own bedroom to find Hermione in her faded blue pajamas sprawled across their bed. Her reading glasses were still on her nose and he saw one of their many copies of Hogwarts: A History on her nightstand. He quietly put his own pajamas on and layed down next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.
"I'm truly the luckiest man in the world," he whispered.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," she replied sleepily.
He laughed softly and kissed her head. He drifted to sleep knowing that he was, as always, right.
Hey! Um, this is my first time writing a fanfic and I am not great at it! This just kinda came out. Sorry, it's short. Please like and review and don't hate me!