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He watched in concentration of a seasoned Quidditch seeker as the woman before him poured the mixture into the concoction.
"There." And she handed him a spoon.
With obvious reluctance, he snatched it. Then paused. Hesitantly, he bowed to catch a whiff of whatever it was that she prepared him.
"It hisses!" He straightened with a jerk and glared at the bowl.
"Snaps, crackles and pops!" she corrected with a grin.
He gave her a look of what he thinks of that.
"Why would anybody in their sane mind eat a food that made noise?"
Pleased with herself, Hermione opened a drawer, took another spoon and started eating.
He stared at her in fascination as she scoops one after another spoonful of the mix.
"Okay."
"Eat." She scooped a mouthful to feed him.
"By the way, I already know you're mental. So-here goes."
"Hey! You didn't even chew it. You just swallowed the whole thing." She laughed. "Come on, take another one. You behave like you never had a cereal in your life."
"The said cereal is hissing--"
"Taking into consideration that you grew up eating the wizarding world's preference of food, that's hypocrisy-"
"All because I don't like that sound-inducing breakfast you concocted?"
"Well, at least it doesn't croak like those chocolate frogs Ron use to gobble a lot. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're scared--"
"Don't push him 'Mione," Harry, half-dressed and probably still half-sleep, yawned before venturing in the kitchen. "He's not a Gryffindor, remember?"
"Good morning to you too, Potter and after you conclude the derisions, you may start begging me on your knees to let you stay in my pad, in my building."
"Do that, Draco Malfoy and you will sleep with him on the couch until your second child comes which won't happen as to you are in the living room and I, in the bedroom." And with that, Hermione left the room with her head held high, nose in the air, worthy of a Malfoy she is.
"You and your derogatory ways" He turned to his best friend who was now eating the blasted cereal.
"Well, it effectively ended the potential week-long debate, didn't it?" Harry sprinkled a pinch of sugar in the bowl and starting eating again. "Merlin, if you ended sleeping in the living room again, you're taking the carpet."
"IF I ended up sleeping in my living room, you will be sleeping in my carpet." He countered, grumbling. Draco sighed. "Remind me again why I convinced myself that I wanted you to buffer us."
Harry poured some more cereal in the bowl, "Oh, was it to buffer you? I thought it was to protect you."
"Git."
"It's called hormones, man. You should be used to it by now." Harry patted his back.
Draco sighed again. "If I would've foreseen the day that my best friend and my wife would gang up on me on every single argument, I would've happily been the Dark Lord's lapdog."
Just then, Hermione entered the room and grabbed her bowl from Harry's cradle.
She paused at the door abruptly and said, "I'll take the hissing cereal. Make your own breakfast." before leaving.
Harry laughed. "No, you won't."
"No, I won't." Draco agreed.
Draco Malfoy, survivor of the Great Wizard War, sole heir to the name and wealth of the Malfoy family, pointed his wand to the box of Rice Krispies and turned it to ashes before it could cause anymore dispute between him and his very pregnant therefore moody wife.
"Wrong move, mate." Harry tutted him, "Better replace it if you don't want to find yourself buying another box of that cereal in the middle of the night."
"Darn it." Draco, once again, agreed. And scrambled out.
A/N: First time in this area. Got the idea from Ms. Nora Robert's Sweet Revenge.
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