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I Want A Boy!

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Hermione Malfoy know that her daughter was very smart and inquisitive. After all, her daughter did have half her genes. But, there were times where she had no idea what to tell her daughter without scarring the little girl.  Every time Carina asked a question, the answer seemed to be something that was beyond her level but Hermione knew that it was just a sign of intelligence, or so she hoped.

"Mummy," called Carina as she ran into the kitchen, exhausted from playing outside.

Hermione smiled as she scooped up the little four year old, wincing a little.  Her little girl was definitely getting too big for this. "Hi, sweetie. Did you have fun outside?"

"Yes," Carina said as she struggled to get down from her mothers embrace, "I played with Crookie and she didn't bark, Mummy! She's finally being good!  She even listened to me and sat once."

"That's good sweetie," Hernione said as she moved to sit down on the chair closest to her. She was only a few months into her pregnancy, but it hurt to stand for long periods of time. "In a few months, you'll have a little sister or brother to play with. Won't that be fun?"

Carina's happy expression soon turned into a pout. "I don't want a sister. Lily is a girl, and she takes all my toys. I want a boy.  James and Albus are cool."

"Well, I can't really pick." Hermione laughed.  "Plus, what about Rose? I thought you liked playing with her."

"Rose always wants to play with Albus," Carina responded with a groan.  "What if this baby is a girl and doesn't play with me? Who does pick anyway?" she asked with a scowl on her face.

"Nobody really picks. Daddy's genes decide if the baby is a boy or a girl when the baby is made. That's all."  Hermione responded, not really knowing how to explain this to her.  Obviously, Carina was a little too young to understand genetics but sometimes it was better to give a high-level answer than to confuse her even more by attempting to simplify it down even more.

"Fine," her ever-determined daughter declared, "I'm going to ask Daddy's pants to make the baby a little boy.  I don't think Daddy ever wears jeans but I will ask."

"Have fun, darling," Hermione called as Carina started to walk out of the room.

Carina turned around and asked, "How are babies even made, mummy?"

"Ask your father!"


Carina ran down the hallway from the living room into her father's study and exclaimed "Daddy, how are babies made?!"

Draco looked up from his paperwork to see his little girl standing in in the doorway with a pretty grin on her face. Gosh, it always caught him by surprise that he and Hermione Granger, 1/3 of his sworn childhood enemies and the exact opposite of him, had managed to work together, fall in love, and make such a cute, adorable child to top it all off.  But this particular question... He frowned, "Why in the world do you want to know?"

She looked up at him and smiled as she began to re-tell her conversation with her mother. As she told the story, Draco knew that this was going to be a long conversation.  "So, I want a brother and I need to know how babies are made," she finished with a deep exhale. 

Draco took a deep breath and asked, "Have you asked your mother about this?"

"She told me to ask you," she whined as she walked towards him, arms outstretched so he could hold her.

He picked her up and set her in his lap. She squirmed around until she leaned back on his chest and made herself comfortable.

"So, poppet," he began, "mummy and daddy come together and they make a baby. And then, daddy's gene decides if the baby is a boy or a girl."

"So, will you tell your pants to make it a boy?"

He smiled, "This is a gene in your body, not the pants.  There are a lot of different things that come together to make a baby and a particular type of gene in our bodies decide if we are going boys or girls.  It's very hard to change that."

Her face fell as she muttered a soft sound of understanding. "I give up, daddy," she said softly. "Please make it a boy, okay?"

"Alright, poppet, I'll try my best" agreed Draco as he set her on the floor. She quickie ran away, and he looked at her wistfully. He hated seeing her get so big after all, she was his little girl.

Later that night, as he and Hermione were getting ready for bed, Draco exclaimed "I honestly cannot believe you put me in that situation.  It was so weird."

She shook her head, "You deserved it. The next time you eat my ice cream, I'll make you deal with bigger problems."  Draco shook his head.  He accidentally ate her ice cream once LAST month and she still hadn't clearly forgiven him.

"I don't think I can handle all these questions." He sighed. "Why does she want a brother anyway? Don't most girls want sisters?"

Hermione shrugged, "I don't know, but at least now she won't bother us about how babies are made for a while."

"Thank god for that," Draco agreed. "I can't handle another one of these conversations."