Disclaimer: Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling. Not me.
A/N: There! The 'D' drabble is done. Now onto E! (I'm doing a set of drabbles, from a to z)
This story is based off of ABCDMHG. I'm writing a drabble for each of the letters because I'm bored and I have no life. So please read ABCDMHG and the others that are in this universe (Therapy for Draco and therapy for Voldemort).
Debonair and delicate
In the morning, Draco came into the kitchen to find his wife seated at the kitchen table, her eyes furrowed in concentration. A frown marked her normally gentle features and she had a sad glint in her eyes. Obviously, Draco was worried.
"Morning, Hermione," Draco said, as he walked in, with an anxious expression on his face. "What's wrong?" Concern filled his voice as he looked over his wife solicitously.
She looked up at him, and pulled a small smile across her face. "It's nothing. Just Skeeter again," She mumbled resignedly. Draco walked over and gave his new wife a hug.
They had just eloped, behind the wizarding world's back. And now. Now, the newspaper had found out. The media was going crazy with the fact that THE Draco Malfoy married Hermione Granger, a muggle-born.
Draco gave his wife a kiss on the head, "Don't worry. Soon enough, maybe Potter will elope and all the publicity will move over to him."
Hermione gave a small laugh and cuddled into her husband's warmth.
"Anyways, you can't blame them. I'm so debonair that they can't resist me," Draco mentioned, sending his wife a smirk. Hermione just giggled again.
"Well, I want their eyes off your debonairness" Hermione responded cheekily, giving Draco a kiss on his cheek.
"That's not even a word," Draco replied.
"Well, I can make it one," Hermione whispered.
"Really?" Draco asked huskily.
"Yes. Have you ever known me to be wrong?" Hermione gloated teasingly.
"No. No I haven't" Draco drawled, leaning in to rest his forehead against his wife's.
"And now, you are going kiss me aren't you?"
"Yes. After all, you are always right."
And then, Draco kissed his wife, cherishing the feel of her lips against his.
A/N: Uggh it's so sweet. I think I'm going to throw up! JK.
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How sad. It's Thanksgiving, and I'm spending my day in front of the computer writing pointless, Dramoine drabbles. Please check them out if you have time. And review if you can!
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