A/N: from the prompt dratomione + toys!
She was going to kill them.
She'd left the house for three hours, perfectly clean, not a thing out of place and come back to a bombsite. How they'd managed to let their children destroy her hard work in such a short span of time was beyond her, but they had.
There were toys everywhere.
Olivia's doll house had somehow ended up in the hall, right behind the front door and Rigel's superhero collection was littered on the floor too. The living room was worse. Barbie's and pirate ships and books were strewn across every available surface along with a multitude of colouring pens and crayons and paper.
Both Tom and Draco's head snapped up when she closed the door and the kids bounded out of their laps and into her arms.
"Mummy," Olivia, with her dark head of curls so like Tom's exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her neck, "you're home."
Rigel, with his fair complexion and blonde curls exactly like Draco's when he was a toddler, followed his sister and whispered "mama" into her neck.
Hermione glared at her husbands - one child was worked up beyond belief and the other was exhausted. She took a long look around the living room and pointedly told them she hoped they enjoyed the toy's they been playing with because they were the only ones they'd be playing with for the foreseeable future before she left the room, kids in tow.
She chuckled quietly to herself when she heard their groans of frustration.