"So, how many months along is she now?" Draco Malfoy asked.
"Five."
"Is Scorpius still alive?" He continued to prod her.
"Yes."
"Are you still angry at me?"
"Absolutely."
"Am I going to get more one-word answers only?"
"Positive."
"Come on, how is it my fault?"
"Because."
"Because..."
"Just."
"How long will you stay mad at me?"
"Indefinite."
"You've got to talk to me at some point!"
"Talking."
"A proper conversation."
"Conversing."
"Please?"
"No."
"What will happen if you have a conversation with me?"
"Bombing."
"Pretty please?"
"Negative."
"I don't mind your mouth offshooting on a topic, but I beg you to stop giving me a cold shoulder!" He was on the floor immediately.
"…"
"With cherry's and icing and everything sugary on top?" Practically begging.
"…"
"I'm really, really sorry, I didn't mean to get you pregnant!"
She bursted out laughing, "Oh Draco, I'm not mad that I have a bun in the oven. I'm upset that you left me alone for the first week."
"Your a piece of puzzle, you know that? And I didn't mean to, I didn't even know that time. Are you still angry?" He had no reason to worsen the situation.
"Yes, especially because you left me on a business trip. From now on, Scorpius is taking over and your gonna be playing stay-at-home dad."
"But... But... "
"I don't want a single word of protest, what I say is final!" She held out her hand to prove a point.
He sighed and mumbled, "Alright dear, whatever you say."
"Good, Cassiopeia is going to be born next May, a few months after her nephew." Hermione rubbed her belly.
"So, it's a girl?"
"It's a girl." She confirmed.
"Can't wait to break the news to the kids, you're stomach's showing a bit already."
"Just wait until the cravings seep in."
"Yeah, definitely can't wait." He replied sarcastically.