Hermione sneaks around the corner, camera in hand and a mischievous smile on her lips. Today was Draco's birthday and she'll be damned if she doesn't capture it.
With a knowing smirk he chuckles, "I know you're there, 'Mione," and without taking his eyes off the Daily Prophet he throws a wad of paper towards her, barely missing her.
With a loud sigh she stumbles into the den, hand on her rounded belly, "Honey, we'll need pictures to show our babies when they're older," she muses, batting her eyelashes. "They'll want to know what their daddy looked like in his prime," she says teasingly and lifts a hand to stroke his cheek.
Draco lets the newspaper drop and he raises out of his seat, pulling Hermione into his arms with a proud smile, "You really know how to play me don't you?"
"Wouldn't be a true wife if I didnt! Now stand there and Honey, I need you to smile!" Hermione squeals, pointing the camera at a grimacing Draco.
"Darling, Malfoy's don't smile."
"You do for me?" She questions, dropping the camera slightly.
"Yes, I guess you're right. Hurry and take a couple," he orders with pursed lips.
He didn't have to fake the smile as he sees Hermione fumble with the camera. The way her lips parted as she focused, his t-shirt barely covering her very pregnant belly and the happiness obvious in her eyes was all he needed to offer her a genuine smile, even if it was for just one picture.