Crab
"You said the weather was like a day at the beach, no?" An amused smile secretively tugged at the corner's of Draco's lips. "Are there any crabs wandering around?"
"Pardon?"
The smile widened and stretched until it was incapable of being contained and spilled forth in the form of pleasant laughter. "I've always seen at least one crab at the beach, normally the type with tiny lines of seaweed green reaching partway across the crab's back, like a painter lost interest half way through the job."
Hermione laughed in spite of herself. "I'll let you know when I see one."
