Summary: Draco/Hermione fic inspired by the Lonestar song: "Mr. Mom". Not a songfic, just a story. Draco loses his job and it's up to Hermione to earn some money to keep the bills up while Draco looks for another job. Draco thinks keeping house is easy, but not when your five year old is ornery and your two year old can already do wand-less magic…What will Draco do?

Disclaimer: Short, sweet, and to the point? I don't own the characters. Carter and Mallory Malfoy are fig newtons of my imagination. But, they are my characters

Mr. Mom

Chapter One: Fired

Draco Malfoy walked up the walk to his house. Sure he could have flooed there, but, he'd decided to fly. He was just that upset.

He opened the front door and slammed it behind him.

He heard footsteps running to him.

"Dad!" His five year old son, Carter came up to him.

"Hey, Carter. How was your day?" He picked up the child and walked into the kitchen.

"Good."

"Where's your mother?"

"Here I am, Draco." His wife, Hermione said.

"Good. I need to talk to you." He set Carter down. "Carter? Go check on your sister."

"K." Carter ran off into the lounge.

"Draco? Is everything alright? How was work?"

Draco put his hand on the counter and laughed harshly.

"Work?"

"Yes. Work." She crossed her arms. And gave him a concerned look. "You did go to work, didn't you?"

"Oh, I went, yes. Yes. I went to work. And do you know what that bastard said to me?"

"What?"

"He said 'We don't feel we need you anymore, Malfoy.' He fired me!"

"Oh, no! The same guy that old you, you were the best employee?"

"The very same. Now, we're going to be short on bills. We already used up most of Father's inheritance." Hermione sat at the table.

"Well, we should be good on bills for now."

"I knew I never should have bought that new broom…I didn't need it. Or the new robes. Or any of the other expensive things I bought…"

"You didn't think you were going to be fired, love. How could you have known?"

He put his head on the table.

"I'm a bad father."

"Sorry?"

"I'm a bad father."

"How do you figure?" She asked getting up and going to kneel beside him.

"I spend all the money on me. There's no way we can pull through this."

Hermione looked at the floor.

"I'll go back to work." She looked back at him. "Part-time. I'll pick up some hours at a shop somewhere."

"No. No, you aren't going back to work."

"Yes. It's settled." She stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

"Mione? Wait. This is not settled." He got up and followed her out of the kitchen. She sat on the couch. "You can't go back to work."

"Why not, Draco?"

"Because. Women don't work. You stay home and take care of the kids and clean and cook and…" He saw the look on her face and knew he'd gone too far. But he was not one to just fall in an argument.

"Draco Malfoy? Is that all you think I do around here?" She stood up.

"Hermione? I have not had a good day…" He said, trying to intimidate her., but he'd learned in school that you don't intimidate Hermione Granger.

"I'm aware you have not had a good day. But, let me tell you about my day. I had to run to the Laundromat because the dryer broke again, the water bill was late because you never paid it; I had to borrow some floo powder to go to the store to get new floo powder, while at the store, Carter broke a vase, Mallory threw up, and I maxed out yet another credit card. Not on purpose, mind you. So, before you try and intimidate me with your attitude, I suggest you live my life. And don't argue with me in front of our children."

Draco took the whole rant with a grain of salt and when she was done said,

"Are you through?"

"Yes."

"Fine. You win. Get a job."

"Thank you."

She walked upstairs.

"You made Mummy mad." Carter said.

"Carter? Work on your homework." Draco said, rubbing his temples.

"I don't have homework."

"Then, I'll get you something to copy."

A/N: A little short, I know. How is this one? As good as the other two? I hope so. Well, you know the drill RxR. Please?