Author's Note: Two things. One, this got very fluffy very quickly and I make no apologies because these two deserve it. And two, their perspectives shift because I'm indecisive like that.

Thank you again for reading.

"There you are."

Draco looked up and smiled softly at the woman coming his way—a woman that he'd come to regard for a very long time as the love of his life. She was a beautiful sight to behold, he thought, as she paused in step and watched him.

Hermione had been looking for her husband for the past fifteen minutes, having realized he was nowhere in sight. It didn't surprise her, really, knowing he wasn't a big fan of crowds and boisterous company—much preferring quiet solitude over upbeat parties. She had searched throughout the Burrow and its grounds, coming in contact with many people mid-celebration—it was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's Ruby Wedding Anniversary party—before finally finding him on the outskirts of the property sitting on an overturned log. He'd had his elbows on his knees and a faraway and contemplative look in his eyes.

It was a gorgeous, summer evening. The sun hung low in the sky and cast a soft glow on Draco, making his hair practically glint in the light—a direct contrast to his crisp, black suit, the dark blue tie matching the color of her dress perfectly.

"Are you all right?" Hermione asked as she came to sit beside him, reaching her arm through and clasping his warm, strong hand.

His fingers curled against her own as he replied, "Very. Just wanted to get out for a while. You?"

"Mmm, I'm doing very well." Hermione leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder before taking a deep breath.

Draco kissed the top of his wife's head before softly rubbing his thumb along the smooth skin of her hand. "I love you."

Hermione smiled. "I love you," she replied before leaning up and kissing him softly on the chin.

"I've been thinking," he started as she nestled back on his shoulder, letting his words trail off.

"Yes?" she asked. There was something in his tone that signaled a serious discussion and she turned to look up at him.

"While I was at Diagon Alley last week picking up my suit, I saw this toy racing broom in a window, and all I could think was how much I wanted to teach my children how to fly." He looked sideways at her and took in her sharp and thoughtful gaze. "I imagined the smiles on their faces at flying for the first time and the Quidditch games we would go to, and I got this overwhelming urge to start as soon as possible."

Hermione searched his face for the answers to the question she hoped he was proposing. "Are you... Are you saying you want to have kids? Now?"

"What do you think?" Draco replied in question, watching the emotions flit across her face and waiting out her response.

"I… but we… are you serious?"

Draco smiled warmly before leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips. "Yes, love. I'm serious." At her silence, he continued. "I admit that in the beginning of our marriage I wanted to wait—being far too selfish to share you already—but I think it might be time. I want to start a family with you, Hermione," he said as he grabbed both her hands in his and stared straight into her eyes. "I want little bushy-haired know-it-alls running around our home."

Hermione grinned as she poked her husband in the side.

Truth be told, he hadn't been the only selfish one in their relationship. She'd wanted him all to herself just as much. So they'd waited. But maybe he was right… maybe it was time. Hermione smiled as she turned to face forward and rested her head on his shoulder once more, imagining the little outfits she would pick out for them and books she'd read to them. "Okay," she said softly.

Draco looked at her with a grin. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I want bushy-haired know-it-alls running around our home too."

Draco laughed.

"You know Lucy will be excited. She's been bugging me for years to just have little Lucy and get it over and done with."

"I think I'm offended, love. Is that the only reason you want my children?" he asked teasingly, a warm glint in his eyes that she'd long become fond of.

Playfully, she lifted a shoulder and sighed. "I suppose you'll do. For now anyway."

Draco chuckled as he ducked his head and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, nibbling on the soft skin of her neck. "Oh, yeah? When is it you plan on getting rid of me?"

Hermione smiled softly and turned her head, whispering in his ear, "Never."

"Never's an awfully long time."

"Not long enough when I've got you."

The End

Author's Note: Here we are, folks. I hope you enjoyed their journey as much as I did :) Please leave a review and tell me what you thought!