Hey! This just popped up in my mind and I just had to write (type?) it down. Characters belong to JK Rowling. R&R! Enjoy!
Blink
Blink. Blink, blink.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione asked Draco. He sat on the opposite side of the table. Draco leaned on his fist and smiled a satisfied grin.
"Nothing," he said in a sing-song voice. "I just want to look at my beautiful wife's face. Why? Is that a problem?" Hermione blushed. Draco grinned even wider. "Ow." Draco reached down to rub his shin. Hermione had kicked him.
"That's what you get for making fun of me," Hermione humphed. Draco took hold of both of her hands.
"Even if I get a bruise every, single day for the rest of my life, I won't regret it. I want you, no, I want the whole world to know how lucky I am for having you as my wife," he said solemnly. A peaceful silence was heard.
Blink. Blink, blink.
"Now, it's my turn to ask you. Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Draco.
"Nothing," Hermione repeated in a sing-song voice like Draco had done earlier. "I just want to look at my handsome husband's face. Why? Is that a problem?" Her eyes twinkled with mirth.
"Of course not."
"Not, even if I do this?" Hermione proceed to rapidly kick Draco underneath their table.
After a while, he got hold of her feet. "Nope."
"Good, 'cause I intend to kick you for a very long time."
"Until we both kick the bucket."