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Hermione was exhausted. It had been a long, LONG labour, but her boy was finally here. She couldn't stop looking at his sweet face, running her fingers gently down the slope of his nose and soft fuzzy cheeks. His snuffling breaths made her heart melt, and his cries made her want to cry with him. She was so in love already, and he was barely a day old.
She was fortunate that she would be discharged later that day, ready to start their life together as a family in their home, but happy to have a fleet of mediwitches at hand to help with any questions she felt stupid asking those in her life.
When her friends came to the hospital, she heard their excited laughter from the hall, but upon them entering they were shocked silent.
Ginny was, naturally, the first to break the silence.
"Fucks sake Mione, did you even try? You've gone and popped out the ferrets clone."
She winked, making Hermione snort in return. Ginny had been the first to know about her relationship and had been her staunchest supporter. That didn’t mean that she didn’t still tease her mercilessly, with utmost love and affection of course.
Harry shook his head at his wife but grinned too.
"She’s not wrong Mi. Like you couldn't pass on the curls? Even as violently blonde as he is, there’d still be a bit of you there.”
Ron chortled.
"A mini ferret. What will become of the world. OH! Dibs teaching him his first words, ‘my father will hear about this’ wait NO! ‘Pottah’"
Hermione huffed in feigned indignation.
"My son is perfect thank you very much-"
"Just like his dad"
The group turned, and there stood a dishevelled, but radiant, Draco, coffees in hand and a bag floating beside him. Hermione smiled, not at her husband, ok partially at her husband, but mostly at the takeout she had been waiting 9 long months for.
"Yes yes you're perfect, and divine, and God's gift to Wizarding kind, now give me the damn sushi."
Draco laughed, walking to the bed to grab Leo, placed a kiss on Hermione’s head, and levitated the bag gently onto her lap. Hermione wasted barely a second in ripping the bag open, and shoving fresh salmon into her mouth, groans of delight echoing in the room. Listening to the chorus of their friend’s laughter at her theatrics, his perfect son wriggling gently in his arms, Draco had never been happier than this moment.
