Right so here is the last chappie for tonight, I hope you guys like it so far! Please please please review!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it. I know, I know it bites, but I own the plotline, don't take it, please.
On with the show!
Chapter Five
Just Getting Some Milk
Draco shook awake, "What the bloody hell was that?" he whispered to himself, while rubbing his eyes. Turning around he looked at his wife soundly sleeping a the massive bed. He glanced over at the muggle clock in the bedroom, 'I still don't know why they call it a grandfather clock, it doesn't look anything like me.' Draco thought to himself. It was 4:08 am. 'I highly doubt she would wake up, if I tried to get back in bed,' thinking once again.
He tip-toed over to the king-sized bed that was draped with silk green covers, to match the bedroom walls. He pulled the said covers back slowly, and put his weight on the side of the bed.
His wife mumbled something that shocked the living daylights out of him. He instantly jumped up from the bed. He heard that she said something, however wasn't quite sure of what it was. He decided that now was a good time to test out the depth of her sleep.
Cautiously saying, "What was that dear?"
"Lumos." A bright light filled the room.
"Shit."
"I said don't even think about it." His wife said while putting herself up in a sitting position. "And don't swear, it is not promising. Now go back to your sofa and get some rest."
"No thanks, I think I'm going to take a trip to the kitchen for some milk."
"Why not just conjure some milk?" she replied.
"Because, I feel like the walk." He said walking towards the oak door in the corner of the room.
She could sense the annoyance in his voice. "Suit yourself, and try not to wake me again, when you come back up."
"Noted." Draco said groggily as he left the room. "Lumos." He walked down the stairs softly and when he reached the bottom, he turned into the rather large kitchen.
He walked over to the fridge and rummaged (a/n: how cool of a word is that, I could say it all day... random, lol) for the milk. He soon gave up and reached for his wand, in his robe pocket. Pointing his wand at the fridge, he whispered, "accio milk." The milk soon appeared in his wand-free hand, and he kicked the fridge lightly so it would close without a loud noise.
Pouring himself a large glass of milk, he sat down at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen (a/n: duh where else would the island be, lol). While gulping down his milk, his eye caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman. It was a magazine, his wife's for that matter. He put his glass down, and pulled that magazine towards him. Carelessly ignoring the title, he opened the thin book to a random page. Four pretty woman were posing (a/n: for a clothes line, what were you thinking... JK, LOL!). "Ah so this is what you women read."
After about fifteen minutes of reading (more like gaping with awe), the late time caught up with him, and his head had drifted down onto the counter. He was now in a very restless sleep...
Ok, so it's not much of a cliffie, but I had to end it somewhere, please give me reviews.