Just a short Dramione drabble that snuck into my brain and wouldn't leave. Fluffy. Follows the EWE train of thought.
SNITCH
"Hello love, had a good afternoon?"
"Hmph" came the unimpressed reply from the curly haired witch on the sofa.
Blond eyebrows arched in surprise over curious grey eyes.
Deciding that treading very carefully was the only way he was getting through this conversation with all his limbs intact, Draco Malfoy took a deep breath.
The former death eater, turned spy for the Order, aquaintance of Harry Potter and, only grudgingly though, Ron Weasley, friend of Ginny Weasley, now Potter, affectionately known as Red - a man who was one of only two who had ever convincingly lied to the Dark Lord, and survived - knew he was about to embark on his most perilous mission yet.
His friends wouldn't laugh at him for being wary, they were equally terrified of his wife as well, if not more so, and especially since the past couple of years. Hormones, apparently not only made perfectly sane witches downright scary, but the really powerful ones outright batshit crazy. They learned that the hard way from Potter spending the night in St. Mungo's for bringing home chocolate ice cream instead of chocolate chip, the way he was instructed to do.
Hearing sniffles from the curled up witch, he sat beside her, and allowed her to cuddle into his chest they way she liked to do when she was upset.
"Love? I thought you wanted to work from home a while longer? Until Deacon was a little older?"
Another sniff was all he got in response.
He tried again " You know you can go back full time if you want... We've got plenty of willing help... Whatever you're ready for."
"Your son did his first magic today," she finally muttered.
"He did?" he exclaimed, overjoyed that their 11 month old was already exhibiting signs of his parents' extraordinary power.
"Wait, you said MY son, and you only say that when he's done something you're not pleased with."
She looked up at him with a frustrated smile, and said, "Well, he levitated that stuffed snitch that you and Harry persist in buying for every infant in the family..." he grinned sheepishly as she continued, " and then he summoned it right back into his little hands. It was adorable!" and then she burst right into tears.
Deciding that silence was his safest option, he hugged his wife to him, as her sniffling slowly tapered off, all the while wearing a silly grin. Finally she lifted her head with a rueful grin. "Not even a year old and I've lost my baby to you quidditch freaks." Grinning widely, he replied, "Well, he is half mine love," grinning even wider when she sulkily replied, "Well, the next one better be all mine."
"I can live with that" he replied just as a bout of excited giggling burst out over the muggle baby monitor.
And he really could.