Habitually

my personal favorite drabble written for savepureness who asked for a knife, apple, tears. No Dark!fic No Fluff

Ron Weasley liked his apples cut into quarters.

Everyone has their little idiosyncrasies. some people cover their mirrors before they can sleep, some people put their socks on before any other article of clothing,and some people will only eat an apple if it's cut into four equal pieces.

Hermione, never really understood this little nuance in her husband but was always happy to oblige. She had gotten it down to a science, perfect fourths in two passes of a knife. But some nights, (you know those nights, the one's that usually follow those days, where all you want to do is curl up under your blanket and forget everyone else exist.) when she feels as frazzled as her hair looks and Rose's tears seem as unending as the mountains of paperwork on her desk, Ron's apple slices double.

Because, you see, Draco Malfoy likes his apples cut into eighths.