"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!" A shrill voice pierced through the formerly quiet and calm air inside Malfoy Manor as an angry, six months pregnant Mish marched inside the room, eyebrows furrowed in anger, glaring at the four year old blond now peeking out from behind a curtain, a pout on his lips, eyes widened.
"How many times have I prohibited you from painting using the brushes on top of my dresser, young man?"
"I'm sorry, mommy," a small, guilty voice said, the owner of which walked out from behind the curtain with exaggeratedly hunched shoulders, lower lip wobbling and grey-blue eyes identical to his father watering as he hugged his mother's leg, hoping to be forgiven.
"I- oh, don't cry," Mish cooed, anger evaporating at once, leaning to her son's eye level, fixing his hair and wiping his tears, "I'm not scolding you, honey, I'm just telling you- I got you your own brushes, didn't I? See, you can't use mommy's brushes to paint, because they're cosmetic brushes. You use paint brushes to paint. It's okay, I'm not mad at you."
She pulled the sniffling child into a hug, before leaning away and pressing a kiss against his forehead, crinkling her nose as she registered he had blue paint smeared all over his face, "You know, you should probably go wash up before daddy gets home and we have to go see grandma, alright?"
Scorpius nodded, a smile growing on his face, "Can we go the muggle way? Then we can get ice cream too! And can I take Idiot too?"
She nodded, smiling amusedly as Scorpius jumped in excitement, grabbing the dragon stuffed toy he'd promptly named 'Idiot' and dragging it with him as he skipped happily towards his bedroom.
"Why did I let him name his toy 'Idiot'?" Mish wondered aloud, gasping in surprise when a a pair of strong arms surrounded her frame, hugging her close to her husband's body, "Because he wouldn't call it anything else after he heard you call me an idiot. Many times, may I add."
A grin stretched across her lips, "Well, in my defense you are an idiot, Malfoy."
"So are you, Malfoy." Draco quipped, placing light kisses along her neck, caressing her stomach, "And how's the little one? Behaved well today?"
"Well, she didn't try to kick the living daylights out of me as much as usual. Still did manage to harass me, though. Malfoys will be the death of me." She responded, turning in his arms and hugging him tight, ruffling his wind-blown hair.
"Ah, that's all right as long as I stay your favourite Malfoy." He sassed, smirking.
"Not possible. See, Scorpius Malfoy exists, Ali Malfoy will enter the world soon and Narcissa Malfoy is a very strong contender too."
"Darling, you wound me. We all know who's your favourite. It's me. You scream my name, not anyone else's," he said, voice lowered in a sensual manner, and Mish blushed, eyes narrowing as she reprimanded him, "shush. Idiot."
He grinned in that stupid manner of his she was so fond of, thumb swiping over her lips as he laughed, "Why do you have paint on your lips?"
"Don't ask. Your son is chaotic."
"Well, obviously. He gets his immaturity and love for calamity from his mother."
"I swear to Merlin I will not let you touch me ever again if you continue to annoy me, Draco." She huffed, lower lip jutting out unintentionally.
She was taken by surprise, smile growing as he pressed his lips against her, hand holding the nape of her neck and pulling her closer. The way his lips moved in harmony against her made her momentarily forget about everything else, as every thought she formed was about Draco. Five years later, and she was still as much enamored by him and in love with him as she ever could be.
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Marriages and Malfoys
Fanfiction'Someone was still holding on to her arm, but this time, the circumstances were different. For one, the person beside her was her father, not Ali, and apart from that, he wasn't restraining her from performing a harmful jinx or hex or curse on Malfo...
