Title : Happy Christmas, Draco Malfoy!

Author : Gillian Anthea

Rating : K+

Length : Drabble [335 words]

Genre : Romance

Pairing : Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Disclaimer : I solemnly swear that I don't own any of Harry Potter world's property. No money were made of this fanfiction.

The platinum blond haired man rubbed his stormy grey eyes as he glanced around his room. The fireplace in his room was already dimmed, replaced by a pile of presents dominated by green and silver colour under a Christmas tree. He put his black robes around his shoulder and made way to the presents and sat on a furry carpetted floor. He grabbed the biggest one and tore the wrapper. A miniature of Meteorite 1997[1] for kids from Lucius. He laughed bitterly, his father might have lost his common senses after a few years in Azkaban.

I promise I will give the real one after his first year at Hogwarts.

-Lucius Malfoy-

Draco recognized the elegant curvy handwriting, which proved to be his father's indeed.

He threw the present aside and grabbed the others.

I'm sure she will be the prettiest baby ever in Witch Weekly history ever!

-Narcissa Malfoy-

He stretched the petite dress in his hand and shook his head. How could this happened to him? He threw them aside and scratched the other presents from Blaise, Theo, Crabbe, Pansy, Potter, and got a little baby shoes made from serpent skin, miniature Slytherin uniform with a tiny Prefect badge, a pair of dragon skin gloves, a tiny hairclip made from emerald and silver, and a miniature gloden snitch. This is such a mind maddening game, he cursed under his breath. There were also a tiny Weasley sweater, a pile of chocolate frog boxes, and some children story books—Muggle or Wizard. Frustrated, he ripped his last present, which was the smallest one.

A rectangle-shaped object, with A double ruby-coloured line across its middle part and a plus sign at the corner. He pulled out a card from it and read it.

Muggle test pack. I bet twins, you?

-Hermione-

He stormed into the library and saw her reading a pregnancy book on the couch. He gathered her petite body into his arm and whispered, "I want a quidditch team kids."


[1] Meteorite 1997 is property of WickedlyAwesomeMe on FFn. I borrowed her broom.