The fourth prompt was 'banshee' and 'chocolate'. This one took about four minutes, and it kind of made me laugh a little.
LCailan
The Painting
Happy Anniversary," Draco said beaming.
Hermione glanced at him curiously, holding a flat, neatly wrapped package on her lap.
"It's not our anniversary until tomorrow," she said, but it was impossible not to smile.
"I know...Halloween night," he said, leaning in to kiss her a moment. When he pulled away, he gazed pointedly at the package on her lap.
"It's not going to open itself, you know," he told her pointedly.
Grinning with anticipation, Hermione pulled on the bright green ribbon bound around the silver wrapping paper. Draco watched her with the excitement of a little boy.
"I worked on it myself," he said proudly. "Just like one of those Muggle painters you like so much."
Hermione beamed at the mention and ripped into the wrapping paper, pushing it aside. Nestled amongst the most delicate of tissue paper lay a beautiful wooden frame and within that frame was a garishly painted picture.
"Amazing," Hermione breathed.
Indeed it was. It was the most amazingly hideous piece of art she had ever seen.
"What do you think?"
She raised her eyebrows for a moment, and then wrinkled them the next.
"I've never seen anything like it."
She looked up at her husband.
"It's a banshee….eating…chocolate frogs?" she asked, uncertain of the strange, green-faced creature in the painting, but almost sure that the creature held in one of its hands a half-eaten chocolate confection.
Draco grinned.
"That's right."
"And it's a wedding anniversary present celebrating our love?"
"Well, love is not love without a banshee eating chocolate."
Hermione burst out laughing and then put the painting aside before climbing onto his lap.
"I don't know about banshees and chocolate but I do know that love is not love without you."
He brushed his lips against hers.
"You hate the painting."
"But I love you."
"I can't believe you hate the painting."
Hermione leaned down to press her lips against his, giving him a deep, searching kiss, the painting forgotten. When she pulled away, Draco cocked an eyebrow towards the strange piece of art.
"So, where do you think we'll put it?" he asked impishly. Hermione made a face.
"I suggest the rubbish bin?"
"You cheeky witch."
She squealed when he picked her up.
"You kiss better than you paint, Mr. Malfoy!"
He offered a laugh, bringing her back down to the ground.
"And I love you so much," she whispered, her eyes lighting up as she gazed up at him with adoration. Draco smirked.
"Next year, I'll stick to what I'm good at then, Mrs. Malfoy."
Then he leaned down to kiss her again. This time, he didn't pull away.