"I would love to have all your magical babies," Hermione stroked his hair and whispered into his ears. Her tone of voice was so serious, Draco pulled back to look at her, and upon seeing her face, the wide smile, sparkling and half-dazed eyes, he laughed and shifted his hips so he was pushing his own spend out of her. Hermione could feel the thick liquid seeping out of her and forming a proper pool of sticky liquid beneath her.