"Mum!" The blonde haired grey eyed toddler yelled from down the corridors of their manor. His nose was pink and his eyes were puffy, more than likely from the fit he had just gotten over with.

Hermione turned around and kneeled down, watching as her two year old son raced towards her and buried his face in her hair, wrapping his small arms around her neck. Just like his daddy.

The older Malfoy himself came around the same corner looking more flustered than he ever had before. Hermione could tell he was very confused, but then watched as the confusion fell from his poor face once he noticed Scoripus was in Hermione's arms.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked Scoripus as he began sniffling into the crook of her neck. He turned around and pointed at Draco who now had a grumpy look on his face with his arms crossed against his chest.

"Daddy's mean," He pouted a few more tears falling from his face. She felt her heart break a little.

"Why's daddy mean baby?" She asked stroking his blonde locks.

"He won't let me sleep with you," Scoripus pouted crossing his arms just like his father.

Hermione quickly glared at Draco, "Why won't daddy let you sleep with mummy?"

"He says he has a surprise for mummy, I want to too!"

Draco quickly began panicking, "Alright Scoripus, that's enough. Why don't we go find Mimzy and let her give you a few cookies before bed? I'll even let you watch the telly? How's that sound?"

"Yay!" Scoripus squealed throwing his hands up in the air in delight.

"Mimzy!" Draco quickly yelled trying to avoid Hermione. The small house elf dressed in a light pink dressed appeared momentarily in front of the three Malfoy's.

"Master Draco called for Mimzy?" She replied sweetly.

"Yes Mimzy, give Master Scoripus here some milk and cookies before bed and make sure he stays in his bedroom. I've allowed him to watch the telly as well."

"Oh Master Scoripus," Mimzy smiled taking him from Draco, "Let's go get cookies."

"Yay Mimzy!"

Once Mimzy and Scoripus were gone Hermione quickly grabbed Draco by the collar and hauled him into their bedroom.

"What's this surprise that Scoripus can't be in here to see?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Before you get upset, I want you to go into the bathroom, glance at that beautiful bathtub I set up just for us, and get in," Draco demanded.

Arching an eyebrow in interested, Hermione turned on her heels and walked towards the bathroom. Stepping inside, she felt her breath hitch.

The white bathroom was decorated in crimson sashes and candles, with their overly sized bathtub filled to the rim with white bubbles and red rose petals. She felt tears begin to prick her eyes at the beautiful mess her husband had made.

Quickly, she stripped herself of her clothes and stepped slowly into the bath, realizing Draco had placed a warming charm on the water.

Seconds after getting comfortable, Hermione listened as the bathroom door opened and watched as her husband walked into, dressed in only his black plush towel. She watched intensely as he dropped the towel to the ground and slid into the tub with her. He sat at the opposite end and grasped her left foot.

Hermione starred at him for a moment, and then moaned in pleasure as he began massaging her aching feet. After a few more moments he slid her foot in the water and shifted his body so that he was now hovering over her.

"My surprise?" Hermione giggled as he began kissing her neck. She felt him reach towards the counter, continuing to kiss her neck. Once his hand was back at her side, he stopped and sat up, pulling her so that she was sitting on his lap.

"Close your eyes," He whispered. And so she did.

Suddenly, she felt Draco grab her hand and painfully slow, he placed a ring on her right hand, watching as a large grin grew across her face.

"Open," He commanded.

Hermione' eyes traveled to the ring Draco had placed on her right hand and she nearly cried. It was more beautiful than her wedding band and engagement ring.

The ring was two silver bands decorated beautifully in black diamonds and deep green emeralds. In the center of the ring read to names, written delicately in cursive; Draco & Scoripus.

"Happy Anniversary," He whispered.

The tears fell from her eyes and she grabbed Draco's face roughly, bringing his lips to her own. She felt him throw the velvet box out of the tub and his arms snaked around her petite waist.

Draco pulled away slowly, "I think I win the award for best anniversary surprise."

"My presents better," Hermione giggled. Draco looked at her questionably.

Giggling happily, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her abdomen, watching as his face broke into the largest grin she had ever seen.

"Really?" He replied, his grey eyes sparkling.

"Yes," She admitted shaking her head.

"How long?" He said asking another question.

"Six weeks."

"I know it's too early to know to tell whether it's a girl or boy, but I'm hoping for a little girl," Draco sighed pulling Hermione's head so that her face was buried in the crook of his neck.

"Why's that?"

"I already have a name picked out and everything," He chuckled.

Pulling her head up from his grasp she glanced at him, smirking, and "Pray tell."

"Cassiopeia."

And she fell in love with the name.

THE END