This is for all of ya'll that just couldn't read "Completed" in the upper right hand corner. And because ya'll kept on reviewing with "Update soon!" or something of that sort. I hope that it's the last one, but judging from the outcome of me saying that last time, I doubt that it will actually cease to be.
Enjoy!
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"Hey babe, how's it going?"
"You aren't sleeping, are you?"
"You're faking, I can tell."
"I'm bored! Wakie Drakie!"
"Wake up! Wake up! Wakeupwakeupwakeup!!"
"Wake up!"
THUMP
"Urg."
"Oh yay! You're up!"
"Ihateyouinthemorning."
"What? Morning? Yep, it is the morning Dracokins. Duh, 'cause it's so bright outside."
"Okay."
"Let's get up! Make me breakfast! Draco, I'm hungry, sweetheart!
"Draco…"
"Fine! I'll get up. But I'm not making you breakfast."
"Thanks, I'm gonna take a shower, and I don't want eggs for breakfast."
"Wait— no!"
"Make me breakfast! Besides, today I was supposed to have it in bed today, and since you screwed that up, don't you want to make me happy?"
"Well, yes, but it's just that—"
"Isn't making breakfast in bed what you're supposed to do on Mother's day?"
SLAM
"…Mother's Day?"
"Drakie!!"
"Oh. Hullo Pansy."
"What's that, not talking to me now? Or are you and Hermione on the rocks again? Or are you just feeling pissy. Because I sure am, now that Blaise pulled that stunt again. You know, the one that he always does, when he–"
"YES! I KNOW, SO YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME AGAIN!!"
"Okay… no need to yell."
"…Sorry, I guess. I shouldn't have yelled at you."
"Yeah, you shouldn't have, you fat tub of lard."
"Wha—wha—what?"
"Yeah, you're getting fat. You really need to lose some weight."
"I am not fat, Pansy, maybe you should get your eyesight checked."
"Or perhaps you should take a look in the mirror."
"Ihateyou."
"That's lovely, but I really need to run. So do you, by the way, it's a fabulous way to exercise. Bye!!"
"Wait, Pans, I need to ask you something!"
"What? Make it quick I need to leave, like, errr…negative 10 minutes ago, but my hairdryer sucked up my extentions and then I burned myself with the crurling iron, and Pookee went and peed on my dress, bad Pookee, you know mummy doesn't like that, and so then I—"
"Okay! I get it! Anyway…"
"Yeah, your question, go on."
"Is today Mother's Day?"
"Did you hear?"
"Hear what, Lav?"
"So you haven't?"
"Obviously, since I asked what I was supposed to hear."
"okay, so I was walking to Emmy's with Roger…"
"Roger Davis? Are you kidding?"
"No. Anyway, he'd talked to Blaise this morning about some business deal, and then Millie had come in to get him…"
"Millie? As in Millicent—"
"Yes, her. So she came in to get Blaise, who earlier this morning had talked to Pansy who ha talked to Draco about her pooch. And he had asked her if it was Mother's Day—"
"Wait, it is? Gosh, I havn't gotten my Mum anything, she is going to FREAK."
"—and she had told him that it was, and he went all pale, and since he's talked to her straight after leaving him and Hermione's flat…"
"Oh my god!! Is she—?"
"I dunno, that's why I asked you, because I know you worked together on that one project, and Ron's to bloody thick to ask, besides the fact that if you asked Harry or him, they would both freak, and since we don't know for sure…"
"Fine, I'll ask her. But you owe me one, if I do find out!"
"Sure thing, Patil. Sure thing…"
"Oi, Harry!"
"What?"
"Are you gonna go to Mum's with the rest of us, or stay home? I wasn't quite sure, and Ginny was being a git about your leg being broken, so no one would give me a straight answer, and Mum was looking to kill back home, so she sent me and Fred to have a look for her at your supposed 'broken leg.'"
"Ron…"
"Oh! Hey Ginny! I was just… err, checking in with Harry about tonight, and, err…"
"Yes…?"
"Ginny, love, we should go. Your mum would throw an absolute fit if we said we couldn't, and then she'd go and move the whole shindig here, and you know how that would play out."
"Come on, Gin! Mum would be so pleased, and then she could actually not box my ears like last time I asked and you all said 'no.' Please?"
"Ginny, darling…"
"Fine! But Harry stays in a chair the whole time, and—"
"THANK THE DAY THAT MERLIN DECIDED TO GIVE YOU A HEART, GINNY!! Harry, don't forget to bring your broom, we're planning on having a match with Blaise and Malfoy, they're coming, too."
"No BROOMS!!"
"Great, mate, I'll bring it over."
"DID YOU HEAR ME, Harry JAMES POTTER?! NO BROOMS!!"
"See you later, Harry, Ginny. Don't forget to bring the tart Mum asked you to bring tonight."
SLAM
"Harry. James. Potter."
"Yes, love? Why's your face all scrunched up and stuff, and, WHOA, BACK OFF WITH THAT SPOON!! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON—Owww!!"
SMACK
"You are in such big trouble."
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mum."
"Oh, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead, I'll not doing anything."
"So, this morning I was talking to Hermione, and she mentioned mother's day."
"…Yes?"
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"Draco, darling, you still there?"
"Fuck."
"Hermione?"
"Hermio-"
"What?"
"Are you pregnant?"
"Ahh, good, I was soo freaking out there for a moment."
"Hermione?"
"You're what?! Relived? It took you bloody long enough to notice, and now you're relived?"
"…Wait, so you are?"
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