A/N: Mechelle and myself have decided for all the lovely reviews, we would present you with an extra chapter.
'Hunger' – Ross Copperman
The four spun back into the flat once more.
"This...this was about a week ago" Draco said with a sad smile as everyone crowded into the Malfoy's kitchen.
"Walburga?! Draco, you must be mad if you think I would name our daughter that!"
"She was my great-aunt!"
"And an absolutely horrid woman! Never in–"
The breath Draco was holding onto in an effort to fight off his growing laughter exploded before Hermione's temper got the chance. Her angry face shattered into a knowing smile. "Draco Lucius Malfoy it is more than unwise to anger your pregnant wife to that extent!"
"I'm sorry, love. Will you ever forgive me?" He asked fluttering his lashes before walking over and kissing her sweetly on the forehead.
"I just might" She said with a wink before grabbing his face lightly with her hands, pulling his lips to hers.
As she walked away she stopped short and spun around. "I think I rather like the name 'Nina'."
"Oh please, no! It's so...plain. In addition, it sounds like a grandmother's name." He whined.
"That's because it was my grandmother's name!" She responded as she threw her hands up in mock offense.
At that moment Draco forgot about Theo and the two younger versions of themselves as he slowly walked toward his wife's luminescent figure. There was nothing he wanted more on this earth than to live out one more day like this, with her, in their flat. To read stories to her belly, because she said it was 'good for her', to make her hot cocoa, only to change it to chai because 'the baby' changed its mind.
He wanted to count the steps she took, see the way she would smile when she found something interesting in a book that she had read a thousand times. He was going to miss the way he would lose his breath after just one look of love.
"Come back to me, Hermione…" Draco whispered paying no mind to the others in the room.
He knew that he couldn't possibly feel her warmth or smell her scent in this memory, yet his hand still gravitated toward her rosy cheek. When his hand slipped through her image, he stiffened, as quiet tears slid down his cheeks.
Theo slowly approached him and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder. He too had tears in his eyes and the two sixteen-year-olds in the room did not dare make a sound. During all of this, Hermione had walked from the room, only to return a few moments later.
"By the way, are we still on for dinner tonight with Theo?" She inquired.
"Yes, love! Seven-thirty at The Three Broomsticks."
"Oh thank goodness! We're actually breaking him away from Honey's for the night. I was beginning to worry. We can't ask him to be the baby's godfather if he never leaves that disgusting place."
"Oh, sweetheart, he'd still be a good God father. I'm sure he'll just wander there later." He said before glancing at his watch. "Oh and speaking of that...lucky for us, it looks like we have some time to kill." He purred, pulling her toward their bedroom.
Before Draco could even crack a smile, the memory faded away from around them.
"Who ends a memory just before the shagging?!" exclaimed both Theo's in unison.
The younger Draco smacked the closest Theo to him on the back of the head. "Shut up, fucking arsehole."
"What's 'Honey's', and why does it sound like I'm going to love it?" Asked the younger Theo with a sparkle in his eye. "Just you wait, mate!" Replied the other Theo, clapping him on the back. "Just you wait."