A/N: Hermione has a craving for Cheetos. Dramione. AU. RxR. FxF. I do not own Harry Potter.
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Why did it have to be some type of Muggle food? Why couldn't she have a craving for chocolate frogs, or even treacle tart, which would have been much easier to find? Instead she wanted Cheetos, some orange fluffy sticks that he didn't particularly like as they always stained his fingers.
She had just woken up this morning wailing for him to find them right now. She would've gotten them herself but between the constant running to the bathroom and her swollen feet, she wasn't leaving the house any time soon. Now as the loving husband, he would have offered to pick up the snack regardless but the nagging and shouting had irked him to the point where he stormed out the house in a huff. They were both angry, but he would still get her those Cheetos.
However, he was currently freaking out. He had gone to three different muggle stores and they had all run out of the ones she liked. There were all these other strange ones in all different coloured bags, but he knew she would kill him if he bought the wrong one.
He rushed into the next store on his path, checking his watch hastily as he ran about the shop. He had been gone for about an hour now as he had been walking instead of apparating. She was probably demolishing the place and burning all his clothes by now.
After being unable to find the snack himself, he ran up to a random man, and shook him by the arms vigourously. "Where are the fucking Cheetos?"
The man jumped in fright. He must have been a sight to see with his frenzied appearance, wide eyes and dishevelled hair and clothes. He reared back and aimed a swing at him, which Draco dodged at the last moment. That brought him out of his stress-induced panic and he calmed down. He held his hands out in surrender, "Sorry about that, Sir. I just need to find those Cheetos or my wife will kill me."
The man looked at him and then nodded, "Pregnancy can be a bitch."
"Don't I know it. But Sir, do you know where they keep the Cheetos here?" Draco asked.
The man led him to the chips and party aisle and showed him the wide array of snacks. Right in the centre were his beloved Cheetos. Draco thanked the man profusely before grabbing five large bags and heading to the checkout.
Draco reappeared in his living room with a pop, a relieved smile on his face. He had gotten the Cheetos and hopefully could stop the storm... that didn't happen. He looked about confused and then checked his watch. It was 9 in the morning, and he had been one and a half hours in total. The place should have been destroyed but all was quiet within the house.
He placed the bags on the kitchen table and called out her name. "In here," was the calm and delightful response from their bedroom. He entered it to find her smiling and lying in bed, her feet propped up on a pillow and a large bowl of ice cream on her chest. Her favourite show was playing on the television she put in their room. At his bewildered expression, she explained, "Right after you left, I had a sudden craving for chocolate ice cream instead. Want some?"