Admitting Pt.3

admitting pt.3

a/n: updated broooo... this is for @hollandxreed because she asked for it a while ago... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: light mention of sex barely there, fluff, movie night with the bros

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It was late when you, Harry, and Tom arrived back at the Holland home. The moon was smiling down at the world with the stars shining beside it. The air became cooler, and the wind grew stronger. 

You walked into the warmth of the house wearing an orange hoodie. The item was too big for your body, covering your finger tips and riding down to your mid-thigh. It belonged to Tom. You were cold, and he’d offered it to you, seeing that you were still cold even after wearing a faux fur jacket. The hoodie smelled just like him, engulfing you in his scent and warmth.

“Movie night?” Harry suggested while the group of you settled back in the home.

“Sure. I’m gonna take a bath first, though,” you replied, already half way up the stairs.

“Same, and you should, too,” Tom trailed after you.

You heard Harry mutter “I will” as you entered your room, grabbing a new pair of panties and an oversized shirt. You considered wearing Tom’s hoodie but decided rather return it than keep it.

You scurried to Tom’s room, holding the orange sweater in your arms. You knocked on his door, waiting for a response.

“Tom?”

The door cracked open, and you saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes peaking out at you before his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d return this to you. Thanks for letting me wear it,” you handed him the hoodie.

“No problem,” he smiled, grabbing it.

The two of you remained in your position, staring into each other’s eyes. You were sucked into the depths of his eyes, pooled with love and lust. He, on the other hand, was fantasizing about you, imagining the things he could do with you.

Harry’s footsteps emerged from the stairs and shook you from your stare, “I should get going. We need to shower. See you later,” and off you went.

“See ya,” he whispered to your back.

Your cheeks were flaming red as you rushed to the shower. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach and a something running down your spine. Your head snapped back to look but no one was behind you. You shook your head and hopped into the moist cubicle. You held yourself in your arms, thinking back to what just happened. Was Tom lusting over you? You shivered at the thought and told yourself that you were going insane. You scrubbed away your “delusional” thoughts and drowned yourself in the warmth.

-

Tom stood in his shower, thinking about your eyes drilling his. He couldn’t help but think of him pounding into you with your eyes locked with his. He groaned in lust and frustration. His member had grown hard from his thoughts. A hand reached up the his hair, combing through it with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, though. Leaning against the wall, his hand moved down to his length.

-

You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body. With a blowdryer in your hand, you blew your hair dry, combing it occasionally. Once you finished drying it, you changed into your clean clothes. Strands of hair fell in front of your face and no matter what, they couldn’t stay back. You sighed and pulled your hair into a messy bun. 

You walked out of the bathroom, then your room to the stairs. Harry was already sitting on the couch, snacks piled on the table ahead of him. The controller was in his hand as he looked for a movie to watch. Tom appeared from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn. You hurried down the stairs, sitting beside Harry.

“What movie do you wanna watch? Can’t find one,” Harry asked you.

“How about Harry Potter?”

You felt the cushion beside you dip, realizing Tom sat beside you. You turned and smiled at him while he smiled back. The tingling sensation in your stomach flared once again.

Harry awkwardly coughed behind you, “Which one?”

You ripped away from your shared gaze and replied, “Um, maybe Goblet of Fire?”

“Sure,” he replied and selected the movie. 

All your attention shifted to the screen, snatching the bowl of popcorn into your arms. You watched the snake slither through the grass into the skeleton, revealing the large logo: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. You grabbed a small amount of popcorn, stuffing your face with it. Your legs were crossed under the bowl, the gap in between your legs holding it straight.

Harry and Tom began to snack away, as well. Harry opened a bag of pretzels while Tom got a bottle of beer. The room was filled with sounds of chewing, crunching, and swallowing.

It had been about an hour into the movie, and your favorite scene began to play. 

Hermione shyly peeked her head out from behind the wall, looking down at the small clusters of people. She stepped out from her hiding, revealing her entire look. Her hair was sleek and twisted into an elegant knot. She wore a multi-toned pink dress that was nicely secured to her torso with sleeves made of a flowing material, same as her skirt. A plum colored belt wrapped around her waist, tying into a small bow in the front.

Squealing, you whispered, “She looks gorgeous!”

You watched as she descended down the stairs, slowly making her way to the bottom. Viktor Krum approached her, wearing his red dress robes. He politely bowed before giving her his arm. She gently placed her arm onto his, gaining a satisfactory nod from Krum that she didn’t notice, causing you to giggle.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was staring at you the entire time. He admired you as you sat with your hair pulled up messily and oversized t-shirt hiding the place he desperately wanted to see. When he heard you murmur “She looks gorgeous,” he quietly said, “You look gorgeous, too,” but it was too quiet for anyone else to hear.

It was 2 A.M., yet the movie was still yet to finish. After all you had done that day, you were completely drained and in need of a relaxing sleep. You forced yourself from falling asleep, shoving more loads of popcorn into your mouth. Sadly, it didn’t work, and your eyes began to flutter shut. With all the energy remaining in you, you tried to pry your eyes open. You only saw darkness, and your head went limp, leaning against one of the boys beside you.

Harry looked at Tom who had suddenly gone stiff. The twin noticed your unconscious figure leaning against his older brother.

“We should get to bed,” Harry whispered, turning off the the television.

“Yeah, I’ll take her to her room,” Tom replied, moving his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Alright, goodnight, then,” Harry waved, yawning before he entered his room.

Tom brought you to your room, gently placing you on the bed. He hadn’t realized that your shirt rode up higher than before, revealing your Calvin Klein panties. He was brought back to his fantasies, but quickly recovered when you shifted in the bed. He draped the blanket over your body, bidding you a good night before you instinctively wrapped yourself around his arm. He tried to gently pry you off without waking you but there was no use. Your grip was shockingly strong for someone who was unconscious. 

He gave in and snuggled into bed beside you. You let go of his arm, cuddling into his warmth. He looked at you and smiled. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you. Your movements came to a halt and all went silent. 

Tom fell asleep, arm still wrapped around you. You had moved your arm to hug his muscular torso. The two of your legs were tangled together. 

It was the most peaceful sleep either of you had had in a long time.

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intelligence

a/n: my first dramione fic !!! woo hoo,,, don’t attack me for shipping it, i just do... enjoy xx

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

warnings: fLUFF

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Hermione had gone to the library for leisure reading. She wandered into a dimly lit isle, looking for New Theory of Numerology by Lukas Karuzos. Her eyes scanned over the shelves of books, spotting the dark brown material with gold detailing. She grabbed the book and found a seat near the grand windows.

Draco walked into the library, not looking for anything in particular. As always, Crabbe and Goyle were trailing after him. He told the two to find a table while he went off to look for Advanced Potion-Making by Lubatius Borage.

Compared to his friends, Draco quite enjoyed learning, more so Potions. His grades were spectacular and he was very intelligent although he made it seem like he didn’t care about school.

Draco found the book in no time, seeing he would look for that book for majority of the time when he was at the library. He decided to take a longer route back to his table, not wanting to have to deal with Crabbe and Goyle. 

The two morons weren’t like Draco, knowledge wise. Their grades were below average, and even Draco believed that the two were going backwards instead of forward. He didn’t care much, though, they were only like henchmen to him.

As he strolled through the library, he saw the silhouette of a female with messy curls sitting alone near the windows. He recognized who it was immediately. Her hair was a big give away.

Draco didn’t know how, but he was suddenly standing in front of her.

“Granger,” he acknowledged.

She jumped in surprise, looking up to see the blonde, “Malfoy.”

“Mind if I sit here?” His arm rested on the chair across of her and she looked at him with questioning eyes.

Her brown eyes sparkled in the light as she looked at him. His eyes were an enchanting silver, but cold and sad.

Breaking her gaze, she looked around the library, expecting for something to come out at her, and simply stated, “It’s no going to work.”

“What’s going to work?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Whatever your plan is,” she looked around and loudly said, “you can come out now. I know you’re there.”

Nobody came out. She only received glares and shushes from other students.

“I don’t have a plan, Granger. I’m just asking for a seat,” Draco looked at her as if she were mental.

Still wary, she let him sit, but she constantly looked around her, staying alert the entire time.

“Why are you sitting with me?” 

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, I’d like to sit with someone with at least a smidge of intelligence, and frankly, Crabbe and Goyle don’t fit the requirements,” he said, watching her hair messily swaying as her head turned.

Finally, she looked at him, “So you really don’t have a plan to mess my teeth up again?”

The image of her front two teeth growing to an abnormal length appeared in his thoughts and he chuckled slightly before replying, “No. Although, it was pretty funny.”

“Says the boy who became a ferret,” she snapped.

He grimaced at thought. Being dropped from such a height multiple times hurt his normal body as much as it did to his smaller one. 

Hermione noticed his reaction and immediately apologized, even though he deserved it. 

They sat in silence for a while, reading their books. They enjoyed the warmth coming from the other. Hermione had tied her hair into a messy ponytail, keeping the bushy locks out of her face. Draco noticed the change and admired her features, but quickly looked away shunning himself for doing so.

Once they finished their books, which didn’t take a much time, they awkwardly sat there, still not talking, but acknowledging the others presence. Draco was the first to start a conversation. They talked to each other, teasing each other occasionally. They learned more about the other person and started to warm up to them. 

“As much as I’d like to keep talking to you,” Draco stood from his seat, “we’ve should get back to our dormitories.” 

Neither of them had noticed they’d been talking for hours. The sun had already set and the library had already been emptied of students.

“Yeah,” she stood and grabbed her bag, “we should.”

“Would you like some company in putting your book back?” Draco offered, putting an arm out for her to grab.

She giggled, wrapping her arm around his, “What a gentleman.”

They took their time to get to the isles and place their books back. They didn’t want this to end.

“Hermione?” Her eyes fluttered up to his liquid silver orbs, “would you want to do this another time? Like meet up here and just talk?”

“I would love to, Draco,” his eyes light up and, to her surprise, he pulled her into a tight hug.

In the moments they were in each others arms, everything around them seemed to have disappeared and time stopped. She fit perfectly in between his arms. When they broke apart, they locked gazes, eyes filled with affection. They walked out of the library hand in hand and took one long glance at each other before parting their separate ways.

When Hermione turned the corner, she giggled, hugging herself. She could still feel the warmth from his body as his arms were wrapped around her. 

When Draco turned the corner, he leaned against the cold walls, sighing loudly. Her scent lingered on him and he inhaled, savoring it. He felt his insides tickle with content.

Both of them fell asleep that night, feeling contempt. Their dreams filled of fantasies of them being together.

Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

cruel envy v.1

a/n: i had a couple different ideas for this, but this is my final product... hopefully this is what you imagined it to be, i gave it a fluffy ending soooo... enjoy xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’you’)

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9. “You’re in love with her.”

45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

Tom started to feel possessive of her, and when he heard about her date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw her as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of them to be fucking. 

“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of her holding and laughing with someone other than himself.

“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s so obvious?”

“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.

“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”

“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.

She stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in her doorway. He hadn’t said a word to her yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head. 

“What’s up, Tom?” The girl asked, concerned for her frozen friend.

“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding her gaze.

“Sure,” she stood to the side, allowing him to step in. She closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” her eyes surveyed his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” Y/N softly smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks.

Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”

Somehow, she had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”

He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.

“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since her first date with the mystery man erupted within him.

“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” She was shocked at Tom’s outburst.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”

“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” her face turning red as she screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving her to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” she said the word repulsively. The Y/H/C girl never liked to demean any other females, but she was furious. He never cared and neither did she, so why start now? Then, something hit her, “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” She, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” she pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed her hand out of his face.

“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down her face.

“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by her fists pounding his chest.

“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated her words.

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed her wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” her voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”

“You’re still going on your date?” 

“Yes, I am,” she ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” she flicked her hair over her shoulder, walking to her room to make herself look presentable.

Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything she just said to him. She still loved him, but she was going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that Y/N still loved him and she’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. She’d hate him more.

The door bell rang and he heard her yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door. 

He admired the way the scarlet dress fit her figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to her hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Her black heels gave her an inch or two of height. In one of her neatly manicured hands, she held a white leather clutch.

When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.

“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”

“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”

The girl blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.

“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.

“I kind of got carried away,” she grinned.

“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”

“What date?” Tom looked between Harrison and Y/N, having no clue of what was happening.

“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”

“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.

“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” she giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

during conferences

a/n: this is just a short blurb but it’s smut so... i also didn’t know how to end it... enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving)

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The voices of multiple men spilled into the conference room. Tom adjusted himself in his seat, giving you more access to his lap. You saw many pairs of legs appear under the table and you made sure to avoid bumping into any of them.

Your head faced Tom’s lap, rubbing his lap with a hand. His bulge grew and you pulled out his manhood. You took it in your hands, stroking it up and down before taking it in your mouth. You heard him start talking and used one of your hands to rub his testicles. His voice faltered a bit, but he picked up his voice again. You pulled him slightly out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip. You felt his pre-cum drip onto your tongue and you giggled, sending vibrations down his cock. He reached down and gently pushed your head to take his entire length. You gagged but continued. Your hands stayed on his balls, massaging them. You moved faster, keeping your tongue in movement to give him more pleasure. He felt a tightness in his stomach, then his testicles. He shot his load into your mouth, leaving you with a mouthful of his cum. You could barely keep it all in your mouth, but you were still able to swallow it and wipe the dripping white liquid back into your mouth.

The sound of chairs being scraped against the floor filled your ears, and you looked around, seeing many of the men’s legs disappear. When there were no more pairs of legs left, Tom pushed his chair back, eyes filled with lust. He pulled you out from under the table and onto his lap.

“I have another meeting. It’s going to be in 5 minutes,” you felt his cock hardening against your thigh.

“Why are you so horny all of the time?” You giggled, turning to kiss his cheek.

“Well, I have a beautiful, hot girlfriend, so it’s truly hard to contain,” his hand moved to cup your ass. Raising your skirt, he felt your wetness drip onto his fingers, “No panties, love?” You nodded, gasping lightly.

He lifted you onto his hard length, making you shudder and let out a quiet moan. Your head leaned back onto his shoulder, and he placed gentle kisses on your neck.

“You gotta sit up, darling, the men are going to be here soon. Don’t want them to walk in to see you getting fucked by me, do you?” He whispered.

Just as you adjusted yourself to look natural, men walked into the room, bickering beyond one another. 

“Good afternoon,” Tom said, voice loud and welcoming.

They all nodded at him, placing themselves in their seats. Tom’s hips raised, thrusting himself deep inside of you. Your mouth opened slightly, but you recovered, smiling at the rows of men.

“As you can see, my girlfriend will be joining us today for the meeting,” he informed the confused workers.

None of them argued, afraid of getting murdered. They continued their meeting, ignoring your presence.

Tom continued to thrust into you, talking smoothly. You, on the other hand, struggled to keep quiet or rest your head on his shoulder.

The meeting lasted, more so felt, longer than you wanted. You couldn’t hold back anymore moans for any longer, but luckily, the men were hurriedly exited the room. Once the last man left, Tom rapidly began thrusting into you.

“Such a good girl. Didn’t make a single noise. Gonna make sure you cum, alright darling?” His rasp voice sent tingles down your spine.

You nodded, murmuring, “Uh huh.”

He pounded into you, teasing your clit. You moaned out loudly, encouraging him to go faster. You felt a tightness in your lower core and you came with a loud yell of Tom’s name. He pulled out of you, cumming himself.

“Fuck, darling, felt so good,” he flipped you over to face him and placed a rough kiss on your lips.

“Thank you, Tommy,” your voice mumbled against his lips.

can u write a imagine where tom and the reader are having a romantic convo while cuddling the day before valentine days and tom accidently spills what he bought for her for valentines day

cheesy spoilers

a/n: this is kind of short, but i hope you enjoy it... i don’t know if the gift i inserted was good because i’m not much a valentine’s person... enjoy xx

warnings: swearing, fluff, tom the living spoiler

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pt.1 | pt.2

Tom held you in his large, muscular arms, your face pressed against his chest. The two of you were laying in bed, talking restlessly the day before Valentine’s Day.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. Your movement ceased, and you looked up at him, “What?” He asked, chuckling before realizing he had spoiled his own surprise. “Fuck, shit. Y-You didn’t hear anything,” his large hands cupped your ears, shushing you. 

“Tommy,” you pulled his hands from your ears, “you’re so precious. Thank you so much. You shouldn’t’ve,” you pressed your body even further into his, arms wrapping around his buff body.

He smiled softly, gently squeezing you, “I love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. I will always be here to protect you, through thick and thin. You’re forever in my mind. You’ll never be alone, Y/N.”

Tears filled your eyes, “I-I don’t know what to say. How did I end up with such a good boyfriend?” You felt wet drops falling down your face.

“Oh, don’t cry, darling,” his hand was stroking your back.

“This is your fault,” you giggled over your tears, “I probably look so stupid right now.”

“No, you look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous,” he said softly, kissing your head.

“Stop, this is too soft for me,” you whined. “I love you, but you set me off sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes, “You do, too, which makes us perfectly compatible. Classic opposites attract.” You yawned, starting to feel the time catching up to you. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”

“Alright, Tommy. Goodnight. I love you,” your voice wobbling.

“Goodnight, love.”

With one final kiss to your head, he drifted off into a peaceful sleep while you were already in a deep slumber, dreaming about your future with Tom.

found these cute so send requests for them if you want !

an incomplete list of draco and hermione being idiots in love™ 

draco absentmindedly twirling hermione’s hair through his fingers while she leans her head on his shoulder

hermione unconsciously putting her feet on draco’s lap when he sits on the same couch as her

scorpius asking draco when he fell in love with mum and draco just replying with “she punched me in the face” (and is rewarded with a slap on the knee by hermione)

both of them having trouble sleeping in an empty bed while the other is away

hermione forcing draco (with threats) into mrs. weasley’s christmas sweater that she had made just for him 

draco not knowing how to react to a devastated hermione when crookshanks ends up passing from old age. however a month later she has a kitten thats plopped in her lap as draco walks by while she’s reading in her favorite chair

they are the epitome of embarrassing parents™ with scorpius 

“so you have a crush on me then granger” “draco we’ve been married for five years”

draco carrying hermione’s wand in his cloak pocket while she’s in a meeting 

blaise threatening to hex both of them at lunch if they don’t stop “giving each other those bloody snogging eyes” and “just let me finish my goddamn tea before you two idiots climb each other”

having ‘silent parent arguments’ across the table over if scorpius can have one more scoop of ice cream before bed

“call my husband a ferret again and see what happens” (ron visibly gulps and harry immediately quiets down)

reading/doing paperwork together in bed

hermione giving draco driving lessons (they make blaise come too, he sits in the back and glares at them)

hermione laughing in the doorway while watching a frustrated draco give baby scorpius a bath (who squeals while splashing draco in the face)

both leaving their jobs midday to have lunch together

while hermione is browsing in one of the shops in diagon alley, draco will sometimes wander off by himself and then come back with a gift for her (usually a book or a piece of jewelry)

draco lays his head in hermione’s lap while they tell each other about their worst memories and fears during the second war (these talks are extremely private)