"Potter. I see you still have the most horrendous taste in fashion." Draco smirked as he stepped out of the fireplace, brushing soot off his clothes.
Harry rolled her eyes. "Malfoy. I see you've tempered down the poncy urge to wear a tuxedo everywhere you go. As if you don't know having children will result in you being covered in food all the time."
Draco rolled his eyes and nodded his head, stepping aside as Hermione stepped out in a burst of green fire. "Ah, a change of topic to divert the fact you can't dress to save your life. I am a Slytherin after all. I practically invented it."
Hermione gave an exaggerated sigh. "Please don't do this today of all days. Please let's just enjoy lunch in peace."
Harry clutched the pasta necklace James had made for him and made a face of mock horror. "Hermione, this is just banter—"
"Daddy, is miss Herminny here?!" A voice shouted from upstairs.
"Yeah, James!" Harry shouted back.
There was a whoop then the sound of feet pattering down the stairs.
He made a face at Hermione. "He's been bothering me the whole morning asking."
Draco smirked as they made their way to the dining room. "It's because he knows how sexy she is. Ow, Hermione! No pinches!"
Harry gritted his teeth as he cast a warming charm over the spaghetti. "He's six, Malfoy—"
"Daddy, lunchtime?" James said, bouncing into the room.
"Thank god for small mercies," Hermione muttered.
Harry peered at him. "Yeah. Did you put away your toys?"
The little boy nodded. "I putted all of them away, daddy."
James looked bashfully at Hermione. "Hello, miss Herminny."
She bent down and smiled brightly. "Hello, James!"
He pulled out a crumpled rose from his pocket and thrust it at her. "For you, miss Herminny."
Harry elbowed Draco when he heard the muttered Your kid is stealing my wife.
Hermione beamed and tucked it into her hair. "Thank you, James."
She made to straighten when he tugged at her dress. She looked at him.
"Your buttons are shiny," he told her. "Can I touch?"
"Sure," She said.
His hands went straight to her tits, and he rubbed them. The buttons, to be clear.
"Hey!" Draco objected. "Get your hands off my wife! Potter, do not glare at me like that."
He pulled Hermione back, who bit her lip, eyes sparkling. He did not find this as hilarious as she did.
"James, dear," Hermione said, amused, "Why don't you look at my pretty watch instead?"
Draco glared at Potter junior. "If you want a girl, then go for Loony's kid. Not my wife."
The child looked to be on the verge of tears. "I just wanted to touch the buttons." Now he burst into tears.
Harry glared at Draco, who looked properly abashed and muttered, "Bollocks."
He mouthed a curse then pulled the child into the other room to calm the upset child.
Hermione turned to Draco and rolled her eyes. "You didn't have to upset him."
He stepped closer, his eyes dark. "He was touching your tits. Nobody is allowed to touch them except me. They're mine. "
Hermione tried to muster up some degree of annoyance, but goddammit he was so hot when he got possessive. "He's a child. "
Her voice still came out shaky though.
His lips were barely inches from hers. "Even then. You're—"
Harry's voice came through. "Oye! No snogging in my house, you two!"