51. Fire
"Draco! Draco, wake up!" Hermione's voice entered his dream, "Draco! Wake up!"
"Wha… what's up?" he mumbled, still half asleep.
"There's a bloody fire! The Manor is on fire, that's what's up. WAKE UP!"
Draco snapped to attention. He knew the fire had to be bad if Hermione was waking him up over it. Any decent witch or wizard could put out a small fire with a flick of their wand, and Hermione was much more than decent. He got out of bed and went to pick some clothes out of his wardrobe.
"What are you doing?" Hermione snapped, he could tell she was really panicked over this, "There's no time for clothes – our house is on fire!"
"Hermione, have you, or have you not, forgotten that you are a witch and I am a wizard?"
"No… of course not, but what's that got to do with…"
"And, is the room we are currently in on fire?" he asked with a sigh when he realised she wasn't getting it.
"No…"
"Well then," he started before she could cut it, "I have more than ample time to get dressed before we apparate outside, because in case you hadn't noticed – I am completely naked right now."
Draco watched his wife look down at him and smirked when she finally realised that he wasn't lying. She moved out of his way and he walked over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and picked out a shirt and pair of trousers, taking his time getting dressed just to wind Hermione up.
"Will you hurry up?" she yelled at him, "We're going to burn to death in here if you're not careful!"
Draco laughed; Hermione had always been one to be overdramatic. Placing his hand on the floor, he felt to see if it was warm before moving over to do the same on the wall. Neither of them was warm, so Draco decided that instead of apparating he was going to go and investigate the fire.
"Where are you going now?" she asked as he opened the door, "You're not going to clean your teeth are you?"
"Oh course not," he told her nonchalantly, winding her up even more, "I'm just going to check out this so called fire you've been banging on about."
Draco left the room and marched down the corridor. He didn't know where this fire was, but assumed it was in the kitchen since that was where most fire started. As he neared, he started sniffing the air but it didn't smell like anything was on fire. It didn't even feel warm. Draco was starting to get suspicious, either the fire had somehow started in another room or Hermione had been lying. He stopped and sniffed again, this time picking up a vaguely familiar scent that let him know Hermione had lied.
"Hermione Jean Malfoy! How dare you lie to me about our house being on fire!" he yelled. He put enough of a cheerful tone into it to let her know he wasn't going to hold it over her, but not enough to make her think he was going to let it go immediately.
It was only after he'd shouted at her that Draco actually took in the scene in front of him. Hermione was stood in just a small slip, a plate piled with cinnamon pancakes in front of her.
"Happy Anniversary!" she replied meekly, a red blush appearing on her face that let Draco know this was not at all how she'd intended this prank to go.
He laughed; she'd woken him up so abruptly he'd temporarily forgotten what day it was.
"I'm afraid, dear wife, that for that you're going to have to lose your clothes," he winked at her before drawing her close and using his teeth to rip off the thin fabric that was covering her.
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This Means War Competition;
Draco/Hermione.
If You Dare Challenge;
501 - Fire.
OTP Bootcamp Challenge;
Into the Fire.
Favourite Character Challenge;
Draco/Hermione.
A Variety of Prompts Challenge;
Locations - Malfoy Manor.
