disclaimer: i own nothing.
a/n: inspired by captbexx on tumblr. just take a look at the picture because it's really adorable okay. and why do i keep on writing dramione fluff. why.
a/n2: also consider this an early birthday present for draco baby.
. . .
It starts slowly.
From a quiet chuckle, then louder giggling, to uncontrollable, booming laughter with her hands clutching her sides, stomach aching, tears in the corner of her eyes and she feels as though she couldn't breathe.
All the while, Draco stands and glares from the corner of the room.
Then, Cassiopeia giggles along though Caelum stares at the scene, confused.
. . .
"It's— It's—"
"Shut up, Granger."
"N-Not about the baking, Draco."
He turns, waiting, staring at her for answers and she inhales.
"It's the apron."
He shifts his eyes downwards, glares at it with intensity that could melt steel and stalks off with pink dusting his cheeks.
A little darker and it would match the colour of his— her— apron.
. . .
Hermione thinks it's adorable, really.
But if she tells him that, he'll glower at her even more and say I am not cute.
The discovery had been purely on accident. She had finished work early, picked up the kids from Harry's house (Draco had squirmed when he said yes, you can play with the Potters and Weasleys because she had gave him a pointed— somewhat threatening— look) and went home to surprise him with their early arrival.
Though what happened had been the opposite. She had been too shocked that she had gaped, blinked and asked if the man standing in the kitchen wearing her pink apron was really her husband.
He had been holding a bowl of cherries when he answered her with a slow, hesitant yes.
Immediately after, the children excitedly had asked him what exactly he was doing. He looked lost, unsure and slightly embarrassed (the Draco Malfoy was embarrassed) that she tried to restrain her mirth from ever bubbling up her throat.
And, of course, she had failed. Miserably.
. . .
"Oooh, cupcakes!"
Cassiopeia cheers behind them with a grinning Caelum and she couldn't help but notice the small upturn of his lips when he places the cherries on top of each cupcake frosting.
"You enjoy this way too much."
For a second, it seems that he was about to retort but he changes his mind, grins like a madman and swipes the frosting on top of her nose.
She yells and this time, he laughs.
. . .
"Daddy?"
He squats down, curious, and faces Cassiopeia's bright, smiling face. "Yes?"
"Thank you for the cupcakes!" She kisses his cheek and runs towards her room, laughing all the way.
Caelum calmly steps forward and says, "Thank you, Daddy." He proceeds to kiss his other cheek and with a grin, chases his older sister.
Draco stands and tentatively touches his cheek, as if in disbelief, while staring at the direction the two children had run to.
"Thank you, Draco." Her words jolts him out of his thoughts and his hand falls to his side. He smirks and raises an eyebrow at her, looking like the smug prat he usually is but she grins cheekily in return. "You'll bake for us when Harry and Ron visits, won't you?"
His smirk drops and he flinches at the idea. She snorts at the pleading expression on his face.
"Alright, you don't have to." She could almost hear his internal, relieved sigh but also the suspicion on her relenting too fast.
She is sure the evil glint in her eyes had made him pause, "I already have the pictures."
Hermione flees before he could fully realize on what she had said.
Seconds later, she hears a Granger, don't you dare— and she runs faster while the smile on her face stretches even wider.
She reminds herself to buy more frosting and cherries tomorrow, completely ignoring the notion of buying him another apron.
The pink suits him.
And she is sure everyone will agree with her.
. . .
—end—