"No way!"
"Buggered if I will!"
"Are you mad?!"
The women sighed in exasperation. Hermione scolded, "You promised the children they could have a sleepover! This is the most logical arrangement!" The men protested even louder.
"I never agreed to this!"
"Logic be damned! You're talking three whole days!"
"Mental!"
"Fine!" Hermione retorted, and with a glint in her eye, she glared at her stubborn husband, "If you upset the children, Draco Malfoy, you'll wake-up one morning to a house redecorated in orange and purple and with clothes and hair to match!" Draco was stunned, speechless.
"And you, Harry James Potter, can either cook your own meals for a week or starve!"
"But, Ginny -- "
"Don't you 'Ginny' me!" Harry huffed but did not venture a reply.
Ron was still very red-faced, but he eyed his wife nervously. She smiled and calmly said, "Spiders in your bed, in your soup, in your shoes, in your pockets..." He took three steps back and stared at Susan in horror.
A moment of tense silence followed.
"Fine! Don't ever say that Malfoys are ungracious and would break their word to their own flesh and blood!"
"I'm only doing this for the kids! And don't think that I'm afraid of starving!"
"That was completely uncalled for! Spiders! Spiders! Even Fred and George never hit that low!"
The men huffily retreated into the Potters' tent to look after sleeping arrangements. The women smiled at each other and went off to prepare lunch for the children.
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