He hummed in satisfaction at Draco’s words: tired, sore, cuddly. She’d be more of all three tonight if he had anything to say about it. He was going to keep breaking them in, making them his. They needed to be properly trained, but Draco was naturally obedient and Hermione was in a particularly needy position. She needed someone to take care of her and Theo was already taking care of Draco. What was one more baby to take care of?