A/N: Short short short. One shot. Dramione drabble for my readers. I think as I continue to write youll find I ship so many pairings it insane. Thats okay tho. ENJOY!:) p.s. I'm only borrowing the characters, if I did own them, i sure as hell wouldn't be sitting here doing this.
The Slytherin Prince woke quietly from his deep slumber. His beautiful wife radiating heat next to him. He sighed content. Sliding his hand around his wife's protruding belly and sitting up just to lean in closer he whispered to the life within her.
"Hi baby boy... how's my little prince today? This is daddy speaking. I love you and mommy loves you too. We're getting so excited and we can't wait to meet you." He shifted his weight so he could lightly kiss Hermione's belly.
Despite his best efforts, she had woken up. But she didn't mind she stayed still as he talked to their little boy. She loved to see him so excited about their little miracle. He had grown as a man so much since the Battle of Hogwarts. After Draco had kissed her stomach, Hermione let out a groan. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He said quietly.
"No Draco. It's just that your son enjoys waking me up with a kick." She smiled as she brought her hand to rest on her stomach covering her husband's.
He grinned cheekily and brought her fingers to his lips, giving them a light kiss. "He's just a bit rambunctious like his father. Just wants us to know how excited he is."
"Well, it would be wonderful if he could tone it down a bit. Feels like we're going to be having a football player." She laughed as a look of confusion swept across his features.
"Football? Is that anything like quidditch? I don't believe I've ever played football..." Hermione grinned and turned to face him, no small task with her great belly.
She kissed him lovingly and explained, "it's a muggle sport. I'm sure our little prince will be a wonderful quidditch player as well."
He smiled, his eyes beaming with pride. "I can't wait."