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Hermione sat quieting the in the Malfoy manor's enormous library with a small bundle in her arms.
"Who's the cutie wutie hmm? You're the cutie wutie ittle bittle thing," she cooed. Draco sat with his arm around her shoulder. He grimaced.
"That's gross Granger, don't talk to me like that," he said frowning slightly. Hermione swatted his arm.
"Don't be ridiculous Draco, I'm talking to our son. You're the cutsie wutsie aren't you? Yes you are, yes you are," Hermione smiled. "Oh, and honestly stop calling me 'Granger' we're married."
"Sorry, habit. But seriously, that's our son, don't baby talk him. How is he going to grow into a man if you always talk in that disgusting voice," the blond said stretching his legs across the couch. Hermione held the baby up and rubbed her nose lightly against his.
"Scorpie isn't even one yet and you're already talking about him growing into a man. Besides, he likes it. Don't you Scorpie, you little cutie pie, I could just eat you up,"
"Scorpious doesn't like it! You're going to eat him for heavens sake!"
"He does so like it! Look! He even giggled!"
Draco glared and huffed at Hermione.
"For your information Granger, men do not giggle we chuckle or laugh,"
Hermione glanced at Draco and smirked.
"You're just grumpy since you're bored. If you want we can go up stairs later and have a little fun of our own," she said suggestively.
"You can't talk about sex in front of the b-a-b-y!" The Malfoy's (excluding Scorpie, the little cutie pie) turned to look at Ginny We- uuh Potter and her husband who had burst in through the fireplace (via floo obviously). While pointing an accusing finger at the couple, Ginny sighed.
"I spelt the wrong word didn't I?"
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That was fun x)
The last few lines are from FRIENDS, ah Joey…you crack me up.
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