A/N: Here's my second one today - whoops. It's also a lot happier than the last one.

Prompt #22: 7/30/17

486 words, according to Google docs.

"Uncle Dwaco?" The tall blond turned towards his niece, who pouted, reaching out her arms to him.

"Yes, Victoire?"

"Can you carry me?" Repressing a smile, Draco picked up the small girl, placing her gently on his shoulders. Her silvery blond locks mixed with his own similar hair and she giggled, tugging on a few strands.

"I always wanted hair like Aunt Ginny's," she said conversationally, returning her chubby hand to her own hair and frowning. "Hers is so colorful. And it looks awfully nice with yours, Uncle." Choking back a laugh, Draco spun his niece around, plucking her off his shoulders and holding her in front of him.

"Your aunt's hair, hm?" Blowing gently on her face - something she hadn't stopped liking even as she passed her toddler years - he plastered a serious expression on his face and began tickling the six-year-old. Once the smile returned to her face, he said, "I think your hair is quite lovely, too." Her frown returned.

"But Aunt Ginny's is just so…alive, Uncle. 'S much more interesting than my hair."

"So you're saying my hair isn't interesting?" He faked a hurt expression and Victoire giggled.

"Yeah." She wiggled out of his grasp and hopped onto the table, swinging her legs casually - she knew how much her mother hated that.

"Being a bad influence on the children, Draco?" He turned to see Ginny leaning against the doorframe, a smile playing on her lips. Victoire leaped up and into her aunt's arms - Ginny bracing herself against the doorway before catching her. "Hey, Vicky."

"Hi, Auntie." She looked at her aunt, her face calculating. Uh oh.

"Vicky, darling -"

"Auntie?" she asked, her voice deceptively sweet. "When am I going to have more cousins?" Ginny blanched, nearly dropping her niece.

"More cousins?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky. "Why, I'm sure your Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione are planning on having a few more children, and -"

"No, Auntie." She pouted. "I mean I want pink-haired cousins."

"You mean like Teddy?" Her pout deepened.

"Auntie!" she cried, burying her face in Ginny's shoulder. "You know what I mean!" Ginny exchanged a half-exasperated, half-amused expression over the head of silvery hair with her boyfriend.

"Well, darling, first Draco and I have to get married, and then we can think about babies."

"Why?" she asked petulantly. "I like pink hair." Ginny grimaced.

"It's only proper, Vicky."

"Humph." Victoire pointed at the ground and Ginny let her down, slightly relieved. She and Draco watched as the child padded away into the living room to join her parents. Draco moved first.

"So," he murmured, "about these children Victoire requested…" He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist, placing a line of kisses along her neck and jawline.

"Draco," she protested weakly, but as he pulled her up the stairs, her complaints disappeared.

Victoire would have her wish in a few short years. Pink hair or not.