6:42pm
Click. Click.
The blinker flashed as he steered into the middle lane of the highway. The black jeep moved nimbly in and out of the late day traffic on its way to Heathrow.
He was mumbling under his breath in annoyance.
"Shut up, Draco," she snapped.
"I don't see why I must drive you," he growled back. "You're a perfectly competent witch."
She threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "Must you insist on being such an insufferable git!?"
"Yes."
"For the last time; I can't apparate into the crowded Muggle airport!" she spat at him.
"Then you should have taken a cab."
"Those contraptions wouldn't have fit my things; our car is magically expanded. You know this all, Draco! Why must you be so difficult?" she began to choke on her words, losing some of her angry edge.
Hooooonk
Draco slammed his fist onto the horn of the car, pouring out his frustrations on a helpless old lady in a Buick. He moved to glare at his fiancé, but she turned away to stare out the window.
"Oh grow up, Hermione."