Hey guys! Thank you Snowy Willow and a guest that had comment on the last chapter. I decided to make this a bit of a two-shot... sorry if this is short! And don't forget to review and share your thoughts!
"Draco!" The former bushy haired Gryffindor yelled at the blond man who was sitting on the couch holding the next edition of the Daily Prophet. He brought down the news paper and raised his eyebrows at her. "Cassie sent her first letter." With that, Hermione waved a piece of parchment up in the air, and the Daily Prophet found itself on the ground as the former Slytherin made his way to his wife.
"Have you got the ten galleons, 'Mione?" Draco said with a cheeky grin, earning a slap on his chest. It was six 'o clock in the morning, but with their busy schedule of Hermione being a Healer and him working as an auror, it was a bit of a habit to wake up at this time in the morning–even if it was Sunday. "Malfoys never lose."
Hermione smirked at him as she scanned the letter, "Well... This might be the first time you did."
"WHAT?"
"Ten galleons, Malfoy," she had her palm up as he snatched the white parchment from her hands, reading it carefully. Bloody hell. He actually owed the witch ten galleons, he thought.
Mum and Dad,
The first week in Hogwarts was amazing, really, really amazing! James and I were sorted in the same house so dad, you might want to give mum her ten galleons because I'm in Gryffindor! Izzy was sorted in Slytherin, but we still continued to talk from day to day basis. Before you send any questions regarding my academics, yes, mum, I've been studying. I
I'm going to try out for Quidditch, dad! Chaser. Thank Merlin Uncle Harry removed the rule on 'no brooms' thing, or else I would've already died of boredom. No offense, mom, but studying isn't fun at all.
I'll write to you soon!
Cassie.
"First Malfoy to ever be sorted in Gryffindor," Draco smirked fondly, shaking his head. Well, at least it wasn't any other house. If the bloody hat said she would do good in Gryffindor, then so be it. Heck, he still would be pleased even if his daughter was sorted in Hufflepuff! "And I thought my goddaughter would be a Ravenclaw." he muttered, remembering the bet he made with Blaise Zabini on what house his daughter would be sorted in.
Hermione laughed, "Face it, you're shit at guessing houses. What house did you thought Nott's son would be placed in–Hufflepuff, right?"
He rolled his eyes before pointing his finger at his wife's enlarged stomach, "Well, if my son grows up, he'd be a Slytherin. That's for sure."
"Who says it would be a son?" she countered. "And he'd be a Gryffindor, I could feel it."
"Well, you feel wrong," Draco smirked. "Thirty galleons he'd be a Slytherin?"
"You're bloody on, ferret."