"Children?" He nodded and waited. Waited for her to voice the dreams she had been having ever since she found out. Dreams that included her and Draco hand in hand with a little replica of the two of them running between them. Or of Draco's hand resting on her swollen belly. Or of Draco holding their infant child, gently rocking it back to sleep. Hermione's mind had concocted many of these dreams for her to wish for. All of which included a loving Draco who preened over his child and a heavily pregnant Hermione.