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Hermione Malfoy was hungry. It wouldn't have been so bad, except that the only things she'd felt like eating she'd promised herself not to; she'd have to remember to not make hasty decisions like that again.
"I'm hungry." she said in a sing-song voice as she rolled over onto her side to look at her husband, who was feigning sleep. "Draco, wake up, I'm hungry." she said again, pushing his shoulder, and not lightly. His eyes were still closed, although she saw what looked like a twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Draco….please." she tried again, sighing loudly.
"Can't you see I'm sleeping?" he finally asked, his eyes cracking open.
"You are not; you just spoke to me." she huffed.
"I talk in my sleep." he mumbled as an explanation as his eyes closed once more.
"No you don't. I've slept in the same bed with you for four years and haven't heard you talk in your sleep once."
"It's two o'clock in the morning, Hermione. I am not discussing this with you." he said firmly, his eyes never opening to check the time, although he was correct.
"What do you mean 'I'm not discussing this with you'?" she demanded when he pulled the covers more tightly around his shoulders.
"Go to back to sleep." he groaned, turning over and opening his eyes to glare at her.
"Don't you glare at me, Draco Alexander!" she started, gathering steam when he simply rolled his eyes at her.
"Hermione, you've just woken me up because you are hungry." he spoke to her as if speaking to a child; something that didn't help the present situation. "I am not hungry. You are. General knowledge tells us that if someone is hungry, they get up and get food to satisfy their hunger." The vein in her forehead grew more pronounced: it seemed that that statement was also something that didn't help the situation.
"How dare you! I am pregnant with your child and you are being condescending towards me. You are an evil person." she exploded, throwing the covers off of her and rolling out of bed.
Draco closed his eyes and groaned again before he followed suit and followed his wife to where ever she was stomping off to. He found her in the kitchen, a loaf of bread out and a knife on the counter. He looked around for her and saw her marching out of the pantry with a jar of peanut butter under one arm and a jar of grape jelly under the other.
"There's already a jar open, love." he offered, stepping back at the murderous glare she sent him as she slammed both jars onto the counter.
"I know that, and don't you 'love' me." She snarled her glare in place as she ripped two pieces of bread out of the bag and slapped them down onto the counter, a paper towel apparently unneeded.
"You don't know what has been on the counter, get a paper towel." He admonished, tentatively stepping closer to her. He sighed as her eyes narrowed further as she took the knife, removed the lid from the jar and took a big swipe of the peanut butter and shrugged his shoulders. "You'd rather put our baby at risk of getting food poisoning than listen to me?" he asked, an eye brow rose.
"I wouldn't give my child something that could harm them." She said as she ripped a paper towel from the paper towel holder. He raised his eyebrows once more as she slapped the paper towel onto the counter and got more bread to begin another sandwich.
"Your child?" he asked when she had the sandwich assembled and took a bite only to start tearing at the crust while she was chewing. "You're not going to have a sandwich if you keep up that way." He pointed out when she continued to tear at the sandwich after a good part of the top crust was gone.
"What do you care?" she asked as she took another bite of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"I don't know what I did, but can you please let it go and go back to bed?" he asked when she was close to finishing the sandwich.
He turned and walked back to their room, fell into bed and pulled the discarded covers over himself. He heard her shuffle into the room before he felt the bed dip and the covers move slightly as she settled herself into bed.
"I'm sorry." he heard spoken softly behind him, as if she was sure he was asleep and wouldn't hear him.
He turned around and put an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him, his eyes closed. She sighed and snuggled up to him, her cheek resting on his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head, and they both fell into a peaceful sleep.
"Draco, wake up." Draco groggily looked over his shoulder at the doorway and mumbled something that sounded almost like "What?" when he saw his wife standing there. "Harry and Ron are coming over today, they've just flooed." she informed him as she flicked her wand to the window, giving a small triumphant smile when her husband groaned at the sudden onslaught of light that was streaming through the window, directly in his face.
"Hermione stop it." he whined before turning over and moving deeper into the cocoon he'd made of the sheets and blankets of their bed.
"Come on, Draco. They're going to be here soon." She said in a voice that had Draco looking back over his shoulder at her.
"You're not going to cry are you?" he asked when she stared back at him as her chin quivered slightly.
"No." she snapped, sniffling quietly.
"You don't play fair." he groused as he got out of bed and stumbled to the dresser.
"Of course I play fair." she shot back; all traces of sadness now non-existent.
"Yeah, sure." he muttered, rolling his eyes and throwing a pair of boxers over his shoulder onto the bed along with a pair of well worn jeans, something Hermione demanded he buy when they began dating, and a t-shirt that had also seen better days.
"Why are you wearing that?" she demanded when he stripped off his pajama pants and slipped on the boxers, which sported golden snitches on a silver material.
"I'm going to start on the nursery today?" he asked more than answered, unsure of where she was going with this.
"Oh." Her mouth formed a surprise 'o' also: "Oh, alright."
"You don't want me to start it today?" he asked, stepping into his jeans and pulling them up, fastening them and forgoing a belt.
"I do… but Harry and Ron are coming over. I can't remember the last time I've seen them." She sighed, looking hopelessly torn.
"If they helped paint we'd get done faster and you could spend time with them." He coaxed, a crooked smile on is face, something he knew she couldn't resist.
"We would, wouldn't we?" she asked, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You wouldn't mind?" she asked with barely disguised excitement in her voice.
"No, love, I wouldn't mind." he assured her.
"I'll go floo them and tell them to wear casual clothes." she practically squealed. He watched with a full fledged grin on his face as she skipped out of the room. He could hear her talking in the other room and pulled his shirt over his head before walking up to the now empty room that would soon be filled with baby furniture and toys.
He looked around the room and felt a shiver of happiness slither down his spine as he thought of the child that would fill this room with life, make the house truly a home, not that it wasn't already that, it would just bring everything full circle. They would have to move the master bedroom into one of the two remaining rooms that were on the second floor of their home before the baby was born so Hermione wouldn't have to get up and walk up a flight of stairs when the baby was hungry in the middle of the night; they planned on breast feeding so Draco couldn't very well take her place, although he would if he could.
"There you are, I thought you'd run away." he heard Hermione say behind him. There was a smile on her face, he knew, even though he wasn't looking at her.
"I'm hurt that you would even think such a thought." he said as he spun around, a wounded look on his face, or as wounded as he could pull off with a smile on his face.
She laughed and walk towards him to give him a peck on the cheek.
"You insult my character and all I get is a kiss?' he asked with a feigned look of injustice, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her towards him gently.
"Behave." she warned, although there was no real conviction in her voice.
"I always behave, love," he murmured as he began to drop light kisses on the curve of her neck.
"Draco, stop. Harry and Ron…"
"Can wait." He assured her as he continued his ministrations, his focus moving to her the shell of her ear, an extremely sensitive part of her anatomy.
"Yes, I suppose... " she agreed, her voice becoming low and husky.
"I suggest we..." he started only to break off in a groan at a voice that called:
"'Mione?"
"I hate your friends." he muttered darkly before untangling his arms from her waist and moving away from her. Although they were married, Weasley had a problem with Draco touching Hermione.
"Draco Alexander Malfoy!" she scolded him before she hit his arm lightly.
Draco was going to answer but heard footsteps coming up the stairs and settle on giving her a look that promised this would be settled later, a look she smirked at.
"Hermione?" Draco heard from the top of the stairs.
"In here, Ron." She called out, turning towards the door and looking around at the room.
"Hi, 'Mione." Harry said with an easy smile as he led Ron into the room. "Draco." He gave a hug to the former, a firm handshake to the latter.
"Potter." The blond acknowledged the other as he returned the handshake and nodded his head.
"Hey, 'Mione." Ron muttered quietly, as if trying to avoid being noticed by Draco.
Hermione gave him a hug and smiled before she turned to Draco, who was looking back at her with an almost expressionless face. He wasn't fond of Ron and made no attempts to hide the fact but she couldn't be upset with him, Ron wasn't helping matters.
"Ferret." The red head practically snarled at the former Slytherin, who glared in return.
"Ronald." Hermione warned with a look that promised an uncomfortable day if she got upset with anyone.
"What?" he asked with a shrug sporting a look of complete innocence. It was still a mystery to Hermione how he could produce that look and actually have you believe him for a few seconds.
"Don't call him ferret." She warned before rounding on her husband. "And don't look so smug, it doesn't suit you."
"Why do I get in trouble for something your friend did?" Draco asked in a voice that would rival spoiled five year olds around the world.
"What colors are we painting the walls, Hermione?" Harry asked when her gaze swung to Draco, a glare set on her face.
"Thank you, Harry." she said with a tight smile as she looked away from her now pouting husband. "I've been thinking pale yellow with a blue stencil around the top, where the molding would be." she said after a second of consideration.
"Blue, eh?" Ron asked with a pointed look to Hermione's stomach.
"Not because of that, Ron. We're not going to find out the sex until after the birth." Hermione explained with a laugh.
"We're not?" Draco asked when she finished her laugh.
"Of course we're not." she said, as if they'd discussed it countless times and both agreed whole heartedly. The fierce look she sent him confirmed his thoughts, they'd never spoken about it, and he wisely held his tongue and conjured the paint.
"Who wants the roller and who wants the brush?" he asked, conjuring them both as well with a sigh. Something told him today was going to be a long day.