Ritual
[Image: Cat!Draco and Cat!Theo performing a Pureblood birth ritual.]
When Draco learned that Hermione was pregnant, his protective Daddy mode activated. He insisted that Hermione take part in a Pureblood birth custom to ensure the safe and healthy delivery of their baby.
"That is hogwash!" Hermione complained. She was lying down on the couch, because her ankles were swollen.
He slithered down to her belly, resting his head on the bump, and kissed it. "Your Mother is a stubborn one. But I'll get my way." Draco turned to his wife, "All you need is to hold some pampas grass in your hand, and Theo and I will do the rest."
She sighed, "That's it?" She stroked her bump.
"Yes! And LetMeCoveryourArseinMandrakeJuiceandPlayaSpecificRhythmonit."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Why are you two in Animagus form?" Hermione breathed heavily, twirling the long grass above her head, as Cat!Draco directed. The slightest exertion made her run out of breath now.
"Have you seen how fertile cats are?" Theo meowed disbelievingly, as if she should have known. "Pureblood birth rates have been steadily declining in the last 500 years. Any more glaringly obvious questions?"