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"Strolling in the moonlight. We are walking along the beach. Me and my lovely, gorgeous wife! Boop boop! Boop boop, de boop!" Draco's voice left his mouth in a loud sing-songy tune as their clasped hands swung together. "Boop boop! Boop Boop de boop! Boop boop! Boop Boop de boop! Walking together with my love. The love of my life. Boop boop! Boop Boop de boop!" Draco continued singing, even though it was really incredibly awful.
Wise men say.
Only fools rush in.
But I can't help falling in love with you.
Shall I stay?
Cats could be screeching them in the distance with how bad Draco's singing was. Hermione and even Draco knew that the singing leaving his body was awful but he did it constantly to make his wife laugh. He should never become a professional singer, it would never be a successful career for him. The sound that left her lips whenever she laughed was one of the best noises on the entire planet. Draco would do anything to make his darling wife laugh. The sound was incredible. His favourite thing. Draco hoped that all of his children that the Granger-Malfoys would be having would have Hermione's laugh. The booming chuckle could heal all of the nations. If Hermione stopped laughing then he didn't want to live anymore, life wasn't worth living if Hermione Granger-Malfoy stopped laughing.
Would it be a sin.
If I can't help falling in love with you?
Like a river flows.
Surely to the sea.
"Draco, I love you so much, but please, stop singing." Hermione pleaded with him as they stopped walking and slowly plonked herself down onto the sandy beach. As she pushed her legs out in front of her, her hand protectively rested on top of her rounded stomach, staring out at the moonlight that was reflecting in the water. Draco seated himself next to Hermione, placing his hand down on top of hers. "Sorry baby, but your daddy is awful at singing. We keep telling him to stop and get a new hobby but he never listens." Hermione leaned closer to the bump as she stroked her hand across the fabric and whispered to the baby bump.
Darling, so it goes.
Some things are meant to be.
Take my hand.
Take my whole life, too.
"Don't you listen to your mummy, little bump. I am the best at singing." Draco laid down, lightly resting his head against the bump and whispered to the bump. Draco and Hermione always did this. They always did little competitions with each other while whispering to their little baby bump. "You know, little baby, that I am and will always be the best at singing." Draco gently pressed his lips against the fabric of Hermione's top before smiling up at his wife.
For I can't help falling in love with you.
Like a river flows.
Surely to the sea.
Darling, so it goes.
Merlin, he loved her so much. Theo and Blaise always called Draco a simp for his wife but he didn't care if he was that at all. He loved Hermione so much and would always love his wife. And Hermione loved him so much too. They were fortunate with the love that they held for each other. Draco would always have his love throughout his life, loving Hermione, loving their children and even the grandchildren that he would one day be blessed with. Draco and Hermione Granger-Malfoy would be loving and living their lives forever with each other.
Some things are meant to be.
Take my hand.
Take my whole life, too.
For I can't help falling in love with you.
For I can't help falling in love with you.
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