Draco presses a lingering kiss to the underside of her bump, smoothing his hand over it. Those lips are soft and warm and shivers of sensation race through her exhausted body like nothing she’s ever felt before. He stares upward, waiting for her reaction. The only one she gives is a barely there one; an accidental spilling of her foamy toothpaste from her lips. It dribbles over the curve of her bump and Draco’s eyes light up with humour and lust.