Hello Everyone,

Just a one-shot here. Hope you enjoy. I'll be updating my fic 'Talkin' bout My Girl, next Thursday/Friday for all those that follow it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything D:


The Waiting Game

'But Hermioneeeeee,' he whined impatiently, tugging on the aforementioned girl's sleeve, stretching her precious turtleneck sweater as he pulled.

'Not buts Draco,' Hermione said in annoyance as she slapped his hands away from her.

'Whyyyyyyyyy,' he began to sulk, folding his arms over his chest and pouting, attempting to give his girlfriend the best puppy dog look possible.

'Draco, you know it's a tradition in the muggle world to wait,' Hermione said sternly, mimicking the position of his arms and looking at him; sucking her cheeks in. This was her best serious face. 'So please stop complaining.'

'Hermione, this isn't the muggle world, it's the wizarding world. And I don't want to wait,' he said once again, reaching out to tug on her sleeve, or whatever he could get his hands on.

'Draco, this is our first time doing this, and I want it to be special. We have to wait,' she told him, trying to talk some sense into the sulking boy.

It was as if his mother had just told him he would not be allowed to have any sweets until after dinner, or his father said he wouldn't be able to have a new broom.

'But, but, I can't wait any longer, I've been waiting sooooooo long already. If you make me wait for even another minute more I might just explode,' he cried, clearly upset he that he wasn't getting it his way.

'Just wait, two more days, and then you won't have to wait any longer. It's only two days Draco,' she said, trying to encourage patience upon him.

'Two days is forever.'

'Is not.'

'Is too.'

'Is not.'

'Is too.'

'Draco, have a little patience, please.'

Hermione was now quite peeved at Draco, the man acted like a spoilt child sometimes.

'I don't want to wait Hermione.'

'Well I do.'

'Well I don't.'

'Well I do.'

'Well I don't.'

'Well I do.'

'Well I don't.'

'No Draco. No. You'll just have to wait until all the celebration and partying is over.' she said angrily, getting up and walking away from him.

'I want to do it tonight. I absolutely can't wait any longer. No one has ever made me wait this long before!' he shouted at her retreating form, face reddening and hands clenched by his sides.

She spun around, rage visible in her delicate features. The furrowed brows, the intense stare.

'Draco Malfoy, this is your last warning. If you ask me again for you to open our Christmas presents on Christmas Eve, I will burn each and every single one of them.'


Very short yes. Hope you like.