A is for Armour
Draco Malfoy walked into the Room of Requirement, which served as his secret and private living quarters that he shared with his girlfriend, his body encased in metal which clanked at he walked.
"Draco, I need you to go grab me some more clean sheets, ours haven't been changed for two weeks." Hermione Granger turned to look at her long-term boyfriend, but trailed off in the middle of her sentence, speechless. "What the fuck are you wearing?" She exclaimed, crackling with laugher.
Draco looked at her with no expression on his face.
"No seriously, Drake. Where'd you get that armour?" She giggled.
"It was outside the room today. I couldn't not put it on." He stated simply, as if she should have known this already.
"You serious?" Hermione erupted with laughter again.
"Quite." His face was blank and emotionless, but Hermione saw right through him and knew that he was just playing a game with her.
"Really? Are you sure about that?" Hermione smirked at him.
"No." Draco broke into a grin, before clanking towards her. Hermione just laughed. "And look, I even have a helmet! It covers everything…" He flipped the helmet down. "I can see you but you can't see me!" He joked.
"I can so see you! You're wearing a random suit of armour in the middle of my bedroom!" She said.
"Point taken." He said. "But wait, I have another surprise for you."
"Another? How many surprises do I need in one day! I think you dressing up in armour is enough!"
Draco stayed silent before retreating behind a screen door that Hermione hadn't noticed before. "I got you one too!" He said, dragging a fully compiled suit of armour out to her. "We can be armour twins!"
"Draco, how much Fire Whiskey have you drunk today?"
"None!"
"Are you sure?"
"No." A cheeky smile crossed his face.