Not Amused: A Dramione Drabble

A one-shot dedicated to FunkieCookie

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Hermione Malfoy was not amused.

Not amused in the slightest.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, if you do not get out from under there, I will hex you into next month."

"NO!" came the muffled reply from under the dining room table.

"Draco," the 22-year-old Lady Malfoy countered with the tone and the look, "Why, pray tell, are you going back on your word? After all, I've already had the pleasure of meeting your parents." She ended with a hiss, eerily similar to Potter's Parseltounge.

"BECAUSE THEY'LL TORTURE ME!"

Hermione pursed her lips into a thin, vindictive, and most certainly NOT AMUSED IN THE SLIGHTEST line.

"And what makes you say that." Oh, she could almost taste his fear.

The blond head of the Malfoy family whimpered in response.

"I'm waiting, darling."

Thankfully, Draco Lucius Malfoy was temporarily saved from his doom by the soft patter of feet down the carpeted stairs.

"Mummy! Guess where Father took us today!" The lispy voice proceeded its owner into dining room.

Hermione's look of doom softened to one of complete adoration as a boy of 7 came sliding in on socked feet. He spastically leapt into his adoptive mother's out-stretched arms.

"And where would that be, Harry love? Was it-" The brown-haired lawyer paused to tweak the boy's nose, "-the North Pole?"

"No!" The boy's emerald eyes crinkled with glee and giggles.

"No? How about-" here she tickled his tummy, "-the moon?"

Harry was squirming in her arms, peals of laughter escaping through candy stained lips.

"Father took us to see Grandma and Grandpa at work!" The boy exclaimed.

Oh.

"That's great, love! Did they let you see what they were doing?"

"Yup, Grandpa had to do a surgie on a man though, so we didn't get to see much." The boy's smile fell.

Hermione's on the other hand, grew.

"A surgery. Now, I need you to go wash the chocolate off your face so that we can get ready to go meet Grandma and Grandpa for dinner." She gave the boy a kiss on the top of his head before putting him back on the ground.

She grinned as he raced to wash his face.

"So," she spoke without turning back towards her husband's hiding spot, "you went and visited my parents at work."

"….yes." She smirked. Oh, this was good.

"I'm guessing that the Dad had someone come in for a root canal, and you got to witness bits of that?"

"….maybe."

"That's you're first time going to a dentist, isn't it."

"….yes."

"You do realize that the 'torture' you saw is for the good of the patient, right?"

"…Why can't they just use a potion for their teeth?"

Hermione sighed.