Dedicated to the incredibly wonderful, amazingly talented, and all around phenomenal person Trinkisme. This is based on a beautiful mood board Trinkisme created for me, you can see it on Tumblr. Love you Sister Dear.

A Dramione Autumn

The quiet of the manor was broken by a hungry cry from the small babe in the bassinet next to his parents bed. Hermione opened one tired eye to peer at the clock glowing six a.m.

"He's getting better at sleeping through the night." She stated through a yawn.

Reaching over for little Scorpius, cooing at him she shrugged off her shirt and began to nurse the hungry baby. At this time Draco had finished stretching, looking over to his wife and son, he said. "Perhaps he is excited to pick apples today."

Hermione hummed at Draco's statement. "Perhaps it is the falling leaves." Giving Draco a tired smile.

"My little one has the right idea now, since we are all awake I shall make us some breakfast." Leaning over to kiss both Hermione and Scorpius, Draco made his way to the kitchen with the intention of making both him and Hermione a Fall breakfast feast including bowls of warm porridge with cinnamon and honey.

After Scorpius' belly was full and a new nappy on his bum. Hermione carried him down the stairs to meet Draco at the kitchen table. Placing the babe in his swing next to the table, Draco spelled some falling leaves to entertain Scorpius as he and Hermione ate. The little one squealed and kicked trying to reach for the multicolored leaves that were just out of his reach.

"I think you are right about the leaves." Draco tilted his head in baby Scorpius' direction.

"Mother knows best." Hermione said with a cheeky wink at Draco. Then a loud meow caught their attention. Looking down at the pure black cat trying to pounce on the disappearing leaves on the floor, Draco scooped her up.

"Oi, that is enough out of you Minx. Go eat your breakfast, yeah." He said nuzzling the cat. Minx just purred as Draco returned her to the floor.

"Did you see the scrapbook page my Mum sent over. I still can't get over your wizard costume. You looked so mischievous." Hermione smiled.

"I did, was that your idea to dress as a witch? I mean you knew you had powers at the time." Draco questioned.

Hermione mulled over the question for a moment. "I knew I was different, in that I could make things happen if I really concentrated but I didn't know it was real magic and that I was in fact a real witch till a couple of years later." Giving an honest answer.

Scorpius let out a loud squeal making the adults divert their attention to him. "I see our son no longer wants to be ignored." Draco lifted the babe out of his swing carefully, placing him in the crook of his arm. Scorpius reached up for Draco's face. He nuzzled his son letting the baby place his tiny hands on either side of his face puffing his cheeks to thwart the babe from slapping his face. Hermione just sat quietly observing her "boys" a fond expression on her face.

"Go get ready love, Scorp and I will be along after." Draco encouraged.

The breeze had a bit of a chill to it. Draco placed another warming charm on Scorpius as he lay in his stroller watching the leaves in the trees of the apple orchard. The rich tones of ochre, vermillion and orange surround the little family in a beautiful bounty of color.

"I am looking forward to a warm glass of apple cider when we get back home." Hermione said as she leisurely strolled besides Draco who was pushing the pram.

"I'll play the piano by candlelight." Then looking at Scorpius who's eyes were slowly beginning to droop. "And what of you little one, are you going to nap or keep Mum and Dad awake all night." At that Scorpius was asleep as they strolled home with a bag of fresh picked apples.

Minx meowed at Hermione and Draco as they readied for bed, no doubt hurrying them so she can claim her spot on the bed. Scorpius was already snuggled in the bassinet fast asleep. Draco lay waiting for Hermione as she gave one last check on their son before climbing into the bed. She cuddled up next to Draco, feeling his strong arms wrap around her, Hermione began to reflect on the perfect Autumn day they shared.

"I do love Autumn, you know. The weather, the colors, the smell of fresh apples, pumpkin and cinnamon. It's nature's final hooray before the cold of winter takes over." Expressing her thoughts out loud.

"Indeed love. Today was perfect. You, our son, even that annoying one at the end of the bed. It was the perfect Autumn day." Draco replied.

Hermione sighed in agreement. "Hermione… I love you."

Looking up to catch Draco's eyes she replied. "I love you too… always."

The End