Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Setting: merry christmas yer filthy hippogriffs!
Word Count: 546 words
His grey eyes widened and so did his son's. The baby let out a giggle disguised as a shriek, and clutched his fists towards the ceiling. His father, with his mouth still slightly open, bent over and took his son from the crib before the snowflakes could reach him.
"How's my little wizard?" Draco Malfoy never cooed, or make abnormal faces but then again, he never thought he would be good with kids. Teddy's six-month-and-counting mob of blonde hair consolidated that he was indeed idolized by children around the ages of two-months to five years of age.
"Um, why is it snowing in the room?" Came the voice of his wife, the tone when she was suspicious and in an interrogating mood on whatever her husband seemed to be doing without her permission.
"You should ask our heir." He raised Scorpius up in the air so he could see his mother over his father's head, and blew a raspberry over his stomach. "He seemed to have inherited my love for wintertime, too." The baby flayed his pyjama-cladded legs about and laughed. Merlin blessed their son, he was even clapping. Draco took him back into his arms before he would get more excited and burred his face in his son's neck and watched Hermione's beam reach her lips.
"You owe me a hundred Galleons. Two months old! Exactly two months old!" Like mother, like son, Draco mused when Hermione reached for their son by beckoning him with her palms.
"You bet on our son's magical abilities for money?" He accused, but relented Scorpius to Hermione.
Their baby caught hold of his mother's finger and stuffed it between his gums; his eyes focused on Hermione's as he concentrated to keep the finger in his mouth.
Hermione giggled and peppered his head with kisses, "Says the heir's father who bet fifty for three months and underestimated his son altogether."
Draco took his family into his arms and pinched Hermione's nose, "At least we are winning the money back from Potter for saying five."
Hermione stuck her tongue out and brushed her fingers over her son's dark blonde hair, "And twice as much from your father, apparently."
He shrugged and pulled the onesie down from his son's back, "Well, I told him so."
His wife gave him a wink, "How does it feel to be replaced as the spoiled son in the Malfoy family, Malfoy?"
"Well, Mrs. Malfoy, I don't care if my parents spoil Scorpius, as long as his mother spoil me in all the ways she has perfected well."
"Draco! Our baby!"
He loved her for giving him a son, he loved her for blushing when he teased her, he loved her for holding onto their son like the treasure retrieved from the Black Lake, "Hermione, I will only have a few more months before I could no longer flirt with you in front of him without him glancing between us knowingly. Give me that much."
Hermione pulled Draco's jaw to hers and kissed him, "Fine. Place your bets, mister."
"Eight months? With a townhouse in Wales and fifty Galleons."
"A new library wing in that townhouse in Wales and sixty."
"Deal."
Scorpius looked up at his parents and beamed, as if he was in on the secret.
A/N: always wanted to write scorpius into a drabble :)