''Go away'' I shouted.
''No, you have got to come out sometime''
''Why'' I questioned.
''You are a Gryffindor, do what Gryffindors do, be brave!'' He reasoned, sounding slightly irritated.
''I don't want to, please.'' I begged, crying false tears. Praying that he wouldn't make me.
''You have too''
''Yes you do.'' He sighed, deep in thought probably.
''Please, don't make me, I really don't want to'' I cried. He once told me, that seeing or hearing me cry was his greatest weakness.
''Don't make me go, please.'' I really, really didn't want to go.
''Hermione, don't make me force you.'' He paused, knowing him for dramatic effect. Typical.
''Move away from the door, Im coming in'' Better, move away…
-BANG- The door flung opened, to reveal my distressed husband. Why couldn't he just use his wand. Him and his flair for the dramatics.
''Mione' please just come tonight'' He begged… Haha he was BEGGING me now.
''How long do I have to stay'' I sniffled… Its working.
''Only for dinner… I promise''
''You promise'' I asked, as I looked up at him, with bleary, red eyes.
''Promise'' He agreed.
''Okay, only for dinner though, any longer and I may just hex your father.'' I sighed, that man, and his sneer, his dry sarcasm, and the way he acts like he owns everything.
''Lets get you cleaned up Mrs. Malfoy'' He smirked, proud at himself that he had got Hermione, his wife, to spend the evening with his parents.
''After you '' I giggled.