Sugar and Spice: 2

by kate04

She was the good girl. He was the bad boy. But, together, they were something more, something perfect. The were sugar and spice. A series of D/Hr drabbles written for the LJ community dramione ldws. Drabbles are no more than 499 words. Please R&R.

6. Groaned, Screamed & Scolded

Title: Groaned, Screamed & Scolded: The Story of the Purple Goo & Other Stuff
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word Count: 350
Notes: This was written for the community dramione_ldws at LiveJournal for Round 3 Challenge #7 - I think I killed a duck! The prompt was based on "About a Boy" and was to be exactly 350 words, be epilogue compliant, and had to be Hugo's perspective on Draco and Hermione.

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Groaned, Screamed & Scolded: The Story of the Purple Goo & Other Stuff

It was a Saturday the first time I saw my Mum and Mr. Malfoy have a conversation. I was only ten.

"Hugo, please don't touch that." I pulled my hand back away from the enormous glob of purple goo sitting in a tank in Uncle George's store. "Merlin only knows what it is," she added.

"Or what it could do to you."

I looked up to see the blond-haired man give Mum a crooked smirk that was a cross between a grimace and a smile. I knew he was Mr. Malfoy because Dad and I had come across him once at the Ministry when I was there visiting. Dad had nodded in his general direction, but talked about what a git he was just after.

Mum looked startled. "M-Malfoy," she stuttered and then looked around the store. "What in the world are you doing in here?"

If Mr. Malfoy was insulted, he didn't look it. "Shopping," he said and just as Mum's mouth opened to ask a question he added, "Scorpius, my son, loves this place. His birthday is coming up next week. I thought I'd get him a few things."

His body was as stiff as his answer and I immediately felt nervous.

However, Mum just smiled. "That's wonderful. Rose said he was sorted as a Slytherin."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

It was a dry joke, but Mum chuckled. Mr. Malfoy gave another grimaced smile.

Their awkward conversation, full of Mum's nervous laughter and Mr. Malfoy's lame jokes, had gone on far too long for my liking and I touched the purple goo in the tank. When my hand swelled up the size of a basketball, Mum groaned, screamed, and scolded me all at once. When Uncle George had come running out of the storage room, he had burst into a fit of laughter… until Mum rounded on him.

The entire time this scene unfolded I didn't listen to Mum, or laugh along with Uncle George, or even complain about the increasing size of my hand.

I watched Mr. Malfoy watch Mum… and he smiled.