The Days Of My Life
Hermione clutched Draco's hand. She was older now and living with Draco, her husband for eight years.
"Do you love me, Draco?" she asked, her eyes glassy with tears.
"Of course I do. What's the matter, Hermione?" Draco replied, alarmed at his wife.
"Nothing's… wrong," Hermione said, holding his hand tighter. "It's just that…"
Hermione dragged on, hesitating on what to say. Draco's silver eyes squinted, alarmed by his wife. They had a eight-year-old son, Scorpius and lived in a small flat in Hogsmead.
"It just that… I'm late and I had a check with a healer and…"
"A baby, isn't it?"
Hermione avoided his eyes and looked down at her lap. She slowly took away her hand from his and began to fiddle with her nail, nervously and restarted to talk.
"You're not mad or anything are you? I was scared after Scorpius and all…"
Scorpius had been a surprise to both of them but they loved him as much as any parent could.
"Of course I'm not," he explained. "It's just a surprise but you can guarantee that I'll love the baby as much as Scorpius."
Hermione smiled and slowly moved her hand onto her stomach. Draco soon followed. It felt so warm with Draco's natural warmth on her hand and even on the womb of their new child. They sat like that for a moment before Draco edge closer to his wife. He started to kiss her cheek then her neck and then her down her arm, all the way to the end of her finger tips. She moaned contently and softly.
"But you're serious about this right? You're going to love her and be a father and everything"
"Oh course! And a her?"
Hermione smiled broader, she had always loved to have a daughter and it looked as if Draco liked the idea of a daughter as well. She carefully leaned her head onto his broad shoulder and closed her eyes. Draco slowly moved his hand to Hermione stomach, to feel where his daughter was. She was two months already on the way and there was only seven months until her welcome into the world.