Title: Magic
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt #: 12
Prompt: "Feed me"
Date: July 15th, 2006
Summary: Draco has problems with his children.
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Warnings: Cuteness!

"Feed me!" Was shrieked loudly and twice in succesion.

In the living room, Draco sat his newspaper down on the desk in front of him and looked at his wife.

"Apparently so, Hermione, our children are hungry." Respectively setting her book down on the very same desk, Hermione cast the blonde a look.

"I've fed Darla and Darien for the past week, Draco. You'll never get the hang of it if you don't try." She told him sweetly, before picking up her book. Muttering, Draco stood and walked into the kitchen.

Sitting innocently in two highchairs, Darla and Darien Malfoy looked at their father with joyous faces.

"Daddy!" Each of them chirped loudly. The messy blonde haired children banged their fists on the highchair top, demanding food. It was then it hit him. What did they want to eat? Decidedly, Draco was lucky that Hermione had told them the day before that they loved oatmeal. And that was easy and wouldn't burn the house down if he did everything properly.

After he had finished making the apple cinnamon oatmeal, he poured it into respective bowls and put them on the highchair tops. Both Darla and Darien stared at the oatmeal, before Darla braving to pick up the spoon. As soon as it touched her lips, she yelped and tossed the spoon. Where did it land?

Hermione looked up from her book, stifling laughter, as her husband walked out of the kitchen, a spoon, with hot oatmeal fused to his forehead. Magically.

"Your children are running a monarchy in there!" He exclaimed. "It's not funny!" The brunette witch giggled, before reaching over and tugging on the spoon.

"Oh dear! Which one did it?" She raced into the kitchen, noting that Darla was missing a spoon. "Oh Draco, Darla did her first bit of magic!" She said excitedly, scooping the excited girl into her arms.

"Yeah, too bad she couldn't levitate some blocks or something. Fusing a spoon of oatmeal to her father's head, brilliant!" He said sarcastically.

"Can't you be a bit happy for her?" Hermione tried, but Draco snorted and oatmeal dripped down his forehead.

"This stuff is bloody hot. Who would be happy?" He walked back into the kitchen to retrieve his wand and finally removed it. There was a large, red spot on his head from the heat of the oatmeal. Darien laughed at his father, pointing.

"Glad you find it funny, King Darien." But unknowingly to Draco, Darien had just blended the red spot and it looked as if nothing had even touched Draco. Hermione walked into the kitchen, still holding Darla and bouncing her slightly.

"Oh dear, you haven't got a mark on you!"Hermione said, feeling Draco's forehead. He raised an eyebrow, before going to look in the living room mirror.

"It was Darien! He pointed at my head just a minute ago, and I swear it was there." The blonde said. Hermione jumped.

"That's brilliant! They aren't even two yet and most children show signs at four!" Hermione walked off again, preferably to add this to his baby book.

"They are my children." He called after her and could hear her snort at him. He turned to Darien.

"Now that, son. Was the best sort of magic I've ever seen."