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Chapter Three

"Nighty Night"

"I don't see why he couldn't have stayed an hour longer." The old man of about 60 said annoyed.

"His mother said he had to clean his room, and she has the right to take away his privileges, if he doesn't listen. You remember what you did when Paul didn't clean his room before he was allowed to use his magic outside of school." She said pulling back the covers of the king sized bed.

"Yes darling, I am quite capable of remembering what a slob he was... oh you are trying to make a point aren't you." He said joining her in the bed, and pulling his side of the duvet up towards his chest.

She made a slight chuckle at the typicality of her husband. Reached for her book, and sighed while opening it to the page where she had left off. He reached for the newspaper she had given him earlier and asked, "Where did you get this paper?"

She mumbled something untranslatable, and he looked at her with a funny face as if asking 'what did you say?' "London." She said with a very nervous face painted on. He instantly got out of bed and tore the paper into pieces.

"Reparo!" his wife shouted, and scowled at Draco. "Now Draco what is so bad about reading muggle news?" I happen to be muggleborn and you married me, didn't you. Besides I was going to read that after you. Plus, are you that thick to have not read the location of the paper? Really Draco, grow up."

"I will not be caught reading about muggles, give me something from another country, that has to do with witches and wizards, and we'll talk, but not muggles, I won't have it." He said sternly.

"Then you, my dearest, will be sleeping on the sofa over there." She pointed to a large, lumpy, navy green lounge chair opposite the king sized bed. It looked completely unattractive compared to the bed.

"Ugh, woman you know how to push my buttons, give me that paper." He scoffed, reaching for the paper in her hands.

"Not like that, you lost that chance honey, you're sleeping on the sofa." She smirked. "Nighty night," and she put her book down and flicked her wand, "Knots."

Draco walked over to a closet in the dark and felt for a blanket and extra pillow, he would have conjured one, but a). he was too annoyed, and b). he could not be bothered to remember the right spell this late at night. Walking over to the lumpy sofa, he jumped onto it and let out a heavy sigh, showing his childish ignorance, and how annoyed he was.

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