Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series; JKR does.
A/N: Prepare for randomness. V in the ABCDMHG drabbles
Violin
"I am in awe," Draco announced reverently. Hermione looked up from the top of her book, raising an eyebrow, before her eyes roamed among the words one again. "It's so beautiful, dazzling, mysterious, pale, white-"
"Are you talking about Edward Cullen?" Hermione cut in with annoyance. Draco blanched and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the horrible vampire's name.
"No, I'm talking about this pancake." Draco's finger was directed at the spherical gooey blob on the frying pan that sizzled under his gaze.
Hermione rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's weirdness. "You're disgusting," she added upon seeing him drool, saliva actually dripping into the frying pan. Draco's head snapped up and he quickly wiped the drool away from his face as a flush set across his cheeks. He shrugged off the embarrassment and gave Hermione a pearly smile.
Hermione wondered what the hell happened to the pessimistic, brooding, evil kid form Hogwarts and how he had turned into this weirdo that she was engaged to. "What's so special about the pancake?" she asked, putting her book down on the dining table and smoothing her skirt over her thighs.
"It's not about the pancake. You just eat." Draco placed a plate down in front of Hermione with a soft clack, along with a glass of orange juice. Hermione winced upon seeing the pulp floating at the surface.
"You make no sense Draco," Hermione announced as she poked the pancake, watching carefully for any odd movements. It seemed safe enough… But then Hermione remembered the drool and pushed it away with disgust.
"I'll be right back babe," Draco yelled as he left the room.
Hermione sat with boredom, twiddling her thumbs.
Draco ran back into the room, holding something behind his back. Hermione noted a flash of brown wood. With a flourish, Draco brought out a violin. "I'm gonna play for you, my love!" He told Hermione.
Hermione's ears were attacked by horrible screeching before she could even open her mouth to reply. Her hands flew to her ears as she covered them and watched Draco, whose eyes were closed and head was bobbing with the beat that shouldn't ever exist on a violin.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
Hermione could barely hear herself over the screeching, which was odd, because draco actually knew how to play it well.
"DRACO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Draco's head snapped up and his eyes filled with tears. "Why are you yelling at me? Don't you love me anymore?"
"What is wrong with you today?" Hermione asked in annoyance.
"NOTHIN! WHEEEEEEEE!" Draco threw his hands up and ran around the room cackling happily.
Hermione sighed, and pulled her wand out of her pocket. "Finite Incantium."
With a swish of her wand, Draco stopped in his tracks and an odd look passed over his face as his eye twitched irritably. "I'm going to kill the Weasley twins," Draco announced seethingly, grabbing his violin to beat them up with.
Hermione just shook her head sadly and picked her book back up, deciding to make a real breakfast once Draco was done with his revenge.
A/N: WHOOO! I'm at the V drabble. I'm almsot done... That's such a relief- though sad in a way. It'd be sad to see this series go.
But yeah...I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Writers block plagues me even now, but I'm trying to get over it. I think the spontaneousness of this fic kind of helped. Hopefully, I'll be updating more!
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