All of these are written for the 100 Little Things Challenge, and other challenges as well.

This one is done for Arithmancy (Write about a couple that were, in your eyes, meant to be but were not in cannon), 100 Little Things (7. Cook for one each other) A Dramione Prompt (A midnight snack)

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She was hungry. Checking the clock, it read close to midnight. A grumble escaped her lips as she rolled about in the bed. Throwing a hand to the side, she made to wake her husband – only to find empty bed. Sitting up, Hermione glanced at the empty spot where she knew the blonde had been sprawled out sleeping. He was probably in the bathroom. Or the kitchen.

Slipping a light robe over her shoulders, Hermione slipped off the bed. The cold wooden floor greeted her. A small jolt ran through her stomach. She laid a hand over it, smiling at the feel underneath. Drawing the robes tighter and slipping her feet into a pair of slippers, she exited the room. The light was on down the steps. Descending the stairs, she entered into the large kitchen. The shiny surfaces glistened under the overhead light. She could still smell the overhang of bleach from cleaning.

In the center of the kitchen, a small blonde girl sat, his head rested on the table. The girl's father was a bit away, cleaning up what looked like spilled milk. Hermione smiled at the sight and took her place at the table. The girl noticed her and smiled widely.

"Hi mummy."

"Hey Lux," Hermione kissed her daughter's head. "What are you doing up?"

"Thirsty," the girl replied. "Daddy's getting me milk."

"You need anything Mione?" Draco asked, setting a glass of milk in front of the child. Little Lux woke fully, reaching her tiny hands out and taking the glass off the table. She drank greedily, her parents watching with a mindful eye in case of a spill.

"I'm hungry," Hermione answered shortly.

A chuckle escaped from Draco's throat. "That's a phrase I have been hearing often. What do you want?"

Hermione pounded for a moment. "How about pancakes?"

"Pancakes?" Draco asked with a smirk. "At midnight."

"I'm eating for two here." Hermione smirked, turning her gaze onto her smiling daughter. "What do you say Lux? Do you want daddy to cook some pancakes?"

"Yes pwease!" Lux looked at her father with warm chocolate eyes.

Draco broke. He glared slightly at his wife as he turned to rummage through the fridge. "Turning my own daughter against me. I have been outnumbered."

Hermione chuckled, running a hand running over the large bulge in her stomach. "Give it time honey, in a few months the estrogen will be too much for you to handle."

"It's a boy," Draco pointed his specula at his wife, a smirk on his lips. "I am positive there's a boy in there. Scorpius and I will take control back."

"Scorpius?" Hermione smiled. "What a name."

"That's a funny name," Lux joined in, hiding a smile behind her hand.

The sound of pancake batter hit the frying pan. Draco glanced at them over his shoulder. He tried to look hurt. "And here I am cooking for you."

"You know we love you," Hermione leaned back in the chair, trying to get more comfortable. By the second child you would think she knew how to sit comfortable. It seemed not. Little Lux was back to her glass of milk. Her eyes were dropping down out of tiredness.

"You ready to go back to bed sweetheart," Hermione said, running hand through her daughter's soft blonde curls.

"Pancakes," Lux muttered, watching as her father pulled the last of the pancakes off the stove.

"And then bed," Draco said. He turned, a small pile of pancakes on a plate. He set them on the table, ruffling the little girl's hair. She reached for the pancakes. "Careful, they're hot."

Lux nodded, taking a pancake slowly. Draco sat down, a stepping cup of tea in his hands. Hermione eyed the cup, before turning soft brown eyes onto him.

"Caring for two," Hermione said, taking a couple pancakes and eyeing him sweetly.

Draco sighed, the smile still on his lips. He pushed his cup towards his wife and got up to make another.

"Thank you sweetie," Hermione said over her mug. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes hung in the midnight air and Hermione could only smile. This was the life.