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"Don't tell me you're jealous?" Hermione teased.
"Of course not! Why the hell would I be jealous? Of a baby, no less? Weasleys shouldn't even be an option!" Draco pouted.
"Hmm. That, to me, sounds like you're jealous," Hermione said as she pranced around him.
"You're ridiculous." Draco stood up abruptly from the chair, causing it to topple over. She snorted with laughter when he was turning beet red.
"Hey, how about we make one?" Hermione said after things turned quiet for a moment.
"Wh-what?" Draco stood there. Did he heard her right? Millions of thoughts processed through his head but none came out.
"You heard me. How about we make one?" Hermione sauntered over to Draco and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled up at him.
"But what about the barfs, the diapers, the poo, the..." Draco counted the endless list of icky stuff babies do.
"Shh... don't think about those sorts of stuff. Think only about the process of making the baby." Hermione winked at him mischieviously and went off on her own. "Let me know when you change your mind, or something. Meanwhile, I'll be in our room. Sleeping." The bedroom door closed behind her.
"...shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," Draco collapsed onto the sofa. "What should I do?" Draco groaned into his palms. He thought about all the times he had spend with her, how at ease Hermione seemed to be with Ron's child, how excellent of a mother she would be, how he would do anything to see that smile on her face when she held Ginny's newborn...
"Shit." His decision was made. He'd only hope that he would be half as good a father as Hermione a mother. With this in mind, he walked towards their bedroom and opened the door.
"...I know that was quite bold of me, so I wouldn't expect you to answer me so soon. But I wanted to let you know that I've thought about it for quite some time now." Hermione laid on her side with only the flat sheet covering the lower half of her body. When she heard nothing, she assumed that he meant now is not the time. She pulled the sheets up her body and said, "goodnight."
"I'm ready," Draco said softly. Hermione heard the rustling of clothes and then felt the pressure on the bed shifted. Next, she felt his body heat radiating off of him. She turned and propped herself up on her elbows. He was closer than she had expected.
"Are you sure? I was just-" Hermione didn't want him to want a child because she wanted one.
"Very." Draco assured her. Hermione threw her arms around him and pulled him down with her.