"It wasn't me, it was itself!" You screamed, attracting Draco's attention. More precisely, at first his attention was drawn to the loud crunch and your quiet indignations mixed with even quieter curses. Now loud swearing was forbidden in your house to avoid awkward situations. There was enough of Blaise here, happily teaching Scorpius such words that later added new gray hairs to Narcissa.

A quick inspection of your body for wounds calmed him down, but did not explain what upset you so much. And only then did he see the multi-colored shards next to the box you were unpacking. A box of Christmas decorations that Narcissa had brought, half of which were most likely expensive antiques collected by his father. "It was itself?" Draco chuckled and crossed his arms over his broad chest, looking at his wife, who now looked almost like a guilty puppy. In fairness, the cutest puppy he had ever seen. Scorp definitely took after you.

"Okay, okay. Not by itself," you reluctantly admitted, trying to find where you had put your wand. He could almost see the gears turning in your head. Would a reparo fix the toy or was it useless? Draco himself wasn't sure, but to be honest, he didn't care at all. Scorpius had already managed to break enough vases to fill a small flat in central London. As long as you hadn't managed to get into the shards and cut yourself, there was nothing wrong with that.

"Scorpius dropped them," you continued, making the man laugh. Scorpius was in another part of the room decorating Dobby instead of the Christmas tree, since your tree was already decorated and had presents under it. The fact itself was obvious, the kid wouldn't have had time to reach you and drop the toy. Maybe Malfoy would be benevolent and pretend to believe it. Or not.

"Of course it was Scorpius," Draco chuckled, waving his wand and sweeping the shards away. A couple of long strides and he was across the room, kneeling behind you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as he nuzzled your neck.