“Draco?” Hermione whispered, coming in the back entrance of the house. She didn’t want to wake the children, but her husband had been absent from the garden for some time and Harry and Ron were growing impatient. She peeked in the rooms as she passed them, but found each one empty. She paused at the bottom of the stairs and took a deep breath to prepare herself for the hike up. Being 9 months pregnant left her little energy, especially after a day spent in the heat celebrating Harry’s 40th birthday.
Hermione reached the top and paused again to catch her breath. Harry and Ron owed her for this; it was their brilliant idea to play quidditch in the dark and they just needed Draco to partner with Ginny for a fair game. Her attempts at pouting were lost on her best friends, even after she groaned loudly while rising from her comfortable seat.
Hermione continued to waddle down the hallway towards the bedroom Draco and she used when they visited Grimmauld Place. She peeked inside and found the room empty yet again. Where was her husband?
She crossed the hall to the room where all the children insisted on piling together to sleep and quietly opened the door. She looked inside to find Draco laying in the middle of the giant bed he had transformed only hours before, sound asleep with a book open on his chest. Tucked in on one side of him was their own sweet Cora; Ron’s son Hugo tucked tightly against his other side with Draco’s hand resting on the boy's leg. Above him, Scorpius, James, and Albus were sprawled out in various uncomfortable looking positions. The other girls, Lily and Rose, were curled up beside Cora, the three of them sharing one large blanket. And last, clearly trying to look like he wasn’t also enjoying the story, was Teddy laying by Draco’s feet.
Hermione smiled fondly at the scene and pulled the door closed. She wasn’t about to wake him up. Her husband, ever the guardian, was right where he wanted to be.