This is my first Dramoine fan fiction! I hope you enjoy it!
Cheers,
Lea
P.S. Anything you recognize? Sadly, it's not mine.
"Now, Draco, can't you be friendly with Harry and Ron?"
The blonde sighed and ran his long fingers through his unkempt hair. "Being civil with them is hard enough, Hermoine. You can't expect me to be friendly with Potter and Weasley."
Hermoine Granger crossed her arms and frowned in that cute way of hers. "You can try," she insisted. "I'm sure that they will be willing to be friends."
Draco Malfoy glared at his wife and snapped, "What are we, five-year-olds?"
"But Harry and Ron did not deserve to be pushed out of this house-their best friend's house, at that!"
"Our house, you mean. Of course they did, they flooed here without an invitation! They even broke the geranium's flowerpot!" Draco protested, getting more and more agitated with each word.
Hermoine rolled her eyes. After becoming Mrs Malfoy four months ago, she discovered that Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin bad-boy, had a soft spot for plants. Imagine a normally solemn, sarcastic blonde guy cooing at pansies. Hermoine had never thought that she would be jealous of foliage.
"Yes, Draco, I know you care about your-erm-flora a lot, but there's no need to get so worked up," Hermoine reasoned.
"Yeah, right, one day you will see the three of us chatting over sandwiches while pigs fly past the window."
Draco didn't know, but he had given his wife a brilliant inspiration. At least, that was what she thought it was. With her caramel eyes sparkling, she exited the living room where Draco sat and started to form a plan in her mind.
Yes, one day, one day…
"Draco, please sit here," Hermoine said one morning, pointing at the chair that was placed before the dining table.
Her husband gave her a puzzled expression, but slipped into the chair. "Why?"
Hermoine merely gave him a peck on the cheek and winked. "You'll see soon."
A few minutes later, Hermoine entered the dining room, which had a large window that covered a whole wall, with two men behind her. Draco stiffened and nodded curtly. "Potter, Weasley."
He shot Hermoine a glare, to which she merely shrugged and smiled sweetly in response. From the dangerous glint in her eyes, he knew that something fishy was going on.
"Harry, Ron, please sit here." Hermoine motioned for them to sit down on the two chairs that were placed opposite Draco. The duo reluctantly did so and proceeded to look between the husband and wife in bemusement.
The only female in the room disappeared into the kitchen and emerged again with a plate of sandwiches in her slender hands. She placed the plate on the table and stood to a side. What the men didn't know was that she had her wand behind her back, waiting to perform a miracle.
Suddenly, Draco seemed to understand. Potter, Weasley, and him…sandwiches…window… He turned his saucer-wide eyes to Hermoine. "No way," he whispered.
His wife laughed and gave him a saccharine smile.
"What…is that?" Potter asked in bewilderment as he pointed to the window behind Hermoine. Weasley turned towards the direction that Potter was gawking at and soon, the occupants of the room heard a loud 'clunk' when his chin hit the hard surface of the table.
Draco was about to swivel his head around when a dark shadow fell on the smooth floor of the dining room.
"Sweet baby Merlin," he muttered in disbelief and rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating.
He wasn't.
"Very smart, Hermoine," he told his smirking wife, and felt his mouth twitch before a grin appeared on his face.
Right outside the window, three fat, pink pigs lurked, their huge, feathery wings supporting them in the air.
-Fin
