QL Prophet's Friendly Face. Pride, beater 2.

Written for: PhoenixRising

Prompt: Dramione

Word Count: 794

Beta'ed by: CupCakeyyy

Draco Malfoy adjusted his black cloak to keep the rain from touching his clothing. He moved past the witches and wizards also out in the rain as he made his way down Diagon Alley. Quickly, the twenty-four-year-old slipped into Flourish and Blotts, wanting to pick up a few things that he had ordered specially.

Noticing that there was somebody already at the desk making a purchase, Draco walked around the shop, glancing for anything that caught his eye. When he reached the notebook section, he instantly found himself drawn to two nearly matching silver and bronze ones. Picking one up, he examined it and traced the detailed pattern. This was a fine and well-produced notebook.

After moments of consideration, he examined both of the notebooks together and decided to add them to his purchase.

By the time he had finished looking around the rest of the store, the cashier was free.

On approach, the elderly gentleman nodded and instantly retrieved the ordered books from behind the counter. "Mr. Malfoy, a pleasure to see you. How's the wife?"

"She's doing well, thank you for asking. Currently, there're talks about her being promoted," he responded proudly.

"I always knew she would ascend to greatness."

"That she has."

Efficiently, he paid and accepted the products before going back out in the rain. It appeared to have gotten even worse and might turn into a storm. Time to get home.

Finally arriving home, Draco took his off cloak, hung it up, and then examined the books for water damage before putting them away. He wondered how much longer apparition and disapparition would be restricted in Diagon Alley - potentially forever. It simply made things more inconvenient and took longer than he had the patience for.

Draco went to walk out of his office in search of his wife but paused and turned back to his desk. After a moment's thought, he picked up the two notebooks before continuing on his search for the other adult occupant of the house. There were two likely places he would find her; the nursery with their one-year-old, or the library.

He found her at the latter option. Their son was asleep on the floor and Hermione had curled up reading a book on a chair.

Draco leant down and scooped the sleeping boy up into his arms. She didn't seem to have any problem letting him play or sleep on the floor, however, Draco wasn't overly fond of the idea. "I'll go put him down in the nursery," he told her, deciding that he didn't want to get in an argument with her.

It only took him a few minutes before he was walking back into the library.

"How was shopping?" she inquired as she placed her book down on the side and stood up.

"They had what I requested," he replied without revealing any details. After all, they were for her. "I did see something while I was there though."

Hermione looked at him in interest. "What was that?"

"Notebooks." He paused and hooked an arm around her waist to lead her out of the room. "Remember a while back you spoke about recording everything that we do to share with our children and grandchildren."

She nodded and corrected, "not everything, just the essentials."

He revealed the notebooks. "I saw these and thought that was something we could do. Whether it be about the war, or how we got together, or your willingness to let Scorp play on the floor."

"Or when I told you that I was pregnant…"

Draco smiled at the memory of that.

"...With our second child."

It took a few moments before Draco paused as the news slowly began to process what she had just said. That moment hadn't happened. That was right now. He turned to look at her with an unexpected look. "You're pregnant?"

Hermione nodded.

"Are you sure?"

Another nod. "Pretty sure."

Silence.

Draco was not reacting at all.

He couldn't process it.

Thankfully, Hermione was the strange woman that understood it took people time to process what was happening - though, she would shout at him later or make him pay for not reacting correctly. He still couldn't find himself being able to say anything.

"I'll be in the kitchen," she informed him before leaving him alone in the corridor.

It didn't take long. Draco had followed Hermione mere minutes later. She hadn't even had the chance to take a bite of the jam sandwich she had just made.

Almost instantly he had pulled her into a hug - one which she returned - and simply held her for nearly a minute before uttering; "I can't wait."

He felt her body relax at his words and held him a bit tighter. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

The End