Baby Granger-Malfoy
"It tickles," Hermione complained.
"Just a bit more. 'Tis the season. Can't rush a masterpiece," Draco drawled.
She rolled her eyes.
"There. All done."
The orange paint complemented her taut, tanned skin perfectly. Silver wisps of stretch marks covered the sides of her belly.
Hermione felt uncomfortable and a little insecure in her third trimester, with the changes in her body. Her centre of gravity shifted. She wobbled. But Draco only thought she was growing more beautiful and made it his mission to tell her in multiple ways every day.
Tonight, he kneaded her thighs and dropped a sweet kiss above his 'masterpiece.'
Hermione giggled, carding her fingers through his hair.
The baby kicked him right in the nose. Draco's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oof!"
"Definitely half me then," she murmured.
The tip of his sharp nose was smeared in orange paint. Draco started laughing, remembering his misspent youth, filling his heart both with yearning and a kind of sadness. But more than that, he was happy.
Draco never thought he could have this. He never thought he would have this. With Granger, no less. An overwhelming sense of affection washed over him as he kissed along the pumpkin's crooked smile.
Hermione cupped his face, her thumb tracing over the arch of his cheekbones. She caught the tears collecting at the sides of his wrinkled eyes.
The baby somersaulted inside her. She rubbed her belly and burped slightly. "Baby is making me gassy. Definitely a Malfoy."