"How's it feel, Granger, to finally be an old?" Draco Malfoy asked from across the table.
Hermione Granger-Malfoy(née Weasley) took a sip of her morning coffee before replying, "What do you mean by old, Malfoy?"
"The one where you get to be called grandmother for the years to come." He took a bite from his omelette.
"Well, seeing that I'm only in my mid-forties, I can hardly be considered elderly."
His attempt to speak up were cut off, "And I'm not the only one with a soon to be grandchild on the way! There's Bill and Fleur, Ron and Lavender, Harry and Ginny and so on. And you, how dare you imply that the child only have one paternal grandparent! I will not stand for this, you are going through nappy changes and bottle feeding again if they give us the job of babysitting!"
She was positively fuming by the end of her rant, cheeks ablush and hair askew.
When her spouse found his voice again, "You know, I'm suddenly very worried. If Rose has half your temper, combined with Weasley's, will Scorpius survive the pregnancy?"
"Of course he will, he's in love with her. It wouldn't do him any good to scram in between trimesters, the entire Weasley/Potter clan will come after him." She snorted.
"Alright, now, I'm to believe that fretting for life is a suitable option right now." He put the utensils back onto the table, preparing to fled.
"Don't you dare," she read his mind."You have tried unsuccessfully to divert from the topic, so you think that I'm an old hag?"
"No, no, dear. You look as young as the day you turned 20," he replied, hoping to get back in his wife's good graces.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are not getting out of this one!" She brandished her wand.
Oh well, guess I'd better run. He couldn't move physically, sensing that he'd been Stupefied.
"Now, dear, I didn't mean any of the stuff about you being old, you're still as beautiful as the girl I saw at Fourth Year's Yule Ball."
"Hubby dearest, you have been a bad boy. You're to be punished immediately, let's get to the bedroom, shall we?"
And they spent the whole day cooped up in the Master bedroom - not to say it was an unpleasant experience.