A/N: Not my best but I wrote it in like half an hour and it just came to me. I tried to be more descriptive but it is hard in this story. I still think it came out really cute though! A better one will probably be up tomorrow!

Disclaimer: If I could own Harry Potter I would but sadly I can't so I don't.

Draco's Thief

Draco's POV

Yet another one of my things are taken. Ever since I married the Gryffindor Princess my possessions have been missing.

It was an unexpected love. Who would think the Slytherin purblood prince would marry the Gryffindor muggle-born Princess. So when we announced our engagement and told everyone that we were having a secret relationship everyone freaked to say the least. Weasley and Potter threatened me, purebloods shunned me, and people questioned my intentions.

But we have a beautiful relationship. Except for the fact that she is a thief. Let me explain, I put my bloody stuff somewhere, they disappear for a while, then she has them!

When I come home from work at the ministry I lay my clothes on our bed and go into the bathroom for a shower. I exit my shower and find that my tie is missing. Usually it is only my tie. I question her and she never answers. She pretends like she can't hear me.

Then a couple of weeks later I walk into the kitchen for a nice breakfast of pancakes and she is wearing my tie as a belt. One time she took my favorite tie. It is green and silver and has little moving dragons on it. I was livid even though it looked great as a belt on her.

Sometimes I look for one of my big t-shirts for bed and I can't find them in my drawer. At first I just thought that they were being washed and I forgot I wore them recently. Then I realized that a couple of days after the missing t-shirt she came in wearing it for pajamas. She always looks sexy but I am slowly loosing all of my shirts.

Another thing she takes is my soap. I reach my hand out to grab the soap but my hand always seems to hit a plastic bottle. Body wash. Every time I confront her about the missing cleaning device we have the same conversation. It goes something like this.

"Honey, where is my soap." I ask.

"You mean that ghastly looking rock? I threw it out." She states calmly.

"You what?! That soap is extremely expensive!"

"It's also extremely hideous!"

So, she always throws out my soap. My very hideous soap. I try to tell her that even though it is a sickly brownish grey color it is for very sensitive pale skin. She doesn't care so I have to use her body wash. The guys at work make fun of me because I always smell like flowers or fruit.

Every three days I shave. Or at least try to shave. When I grab under the bathroom sink for my razor it is always gone. I end up having stubble until I find it. You see, when she's in the bathroom and I need to come in I am usually permitted to do so. Too many times I have come in while she is shaving. But of course she is shaving with my razor. I try to snap at her but it never works because I am usually busy staring at her legs.

Right now my super sleek gel is missing. Now my hair looks a mess and I'll have to wait until she comes home from work so I can see her straight and sleek hair. I sigh and sit on the couch.

There is one thing that she has stolen of mine that I don't mind her keeping. It is something I hope I will never get back. Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy has stolen my heart and I wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: Please Review I will give you virtual…. Ummmm…. I got nothing! Oh, I know I will post more stories more often, cause I got a bunch sitting in my head! Yay! And a thank you and a smile! That is a lot so please review and check out my other stories!