Prompt/Title: Tom Felton
Character(s): Draco Malfoy, Adrian Pucey, George Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Bill Weasley, Fleur Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Tracey Davis, Ginny Weasley
Summary: Draco and the gang overhear their wives' conversation.
Rating: T
Word count: 616 according to wordcounter . net
Author's notes: Part of the 20 Prompts, 20 Drabbles challenge
All drabbles are part of the same timeline but not in any particular order.
Disclaimer: If I owned the HP universe, I think that everything that you've read so far in Little Lion Man would have been true and the epilogue would have been much different from what it was.

Draco was behind the Burrow, enjoying a nice cold beer, while listening to the other men fighting - if their wives asked, they were discussing - about the latest team rankings for the Quidditch Cup that year.

He rolls his eyes at his wife's friends and extended family, they were all idiots. They were arguing about the upcoming match between the Arrows and the Falcons. Draco knew the Falcons would win. He had placed money on it. They'd better.

He was just about to throw something at Pucey when there was a slam of the back door. The red-faced Weasel stomped his way back to the men and glared at Draco.

Everyone, as in all the Weasley men, Pucey, and Potter, looked to Draco for an explanation and he just simply shrugged. The Weasel was always glaring at him.

"Don't go shrugging at me. You would be unhappy too!" Weasley shouted at Draco.

He simply quirked his eyebrow, their audience turned their heads back to Ron, watching the volley between the two.

"The wives... they're... they're nattering!"

Every single bloke present scoffed. They all knew that. They were wives. They nattered. It's what they did. They all gave Weasley a "so what" look and Draco smirked at the further proof Weasley gave to his idiocy.

"No, this is bad." He mutters, ignoring the looks. "Just go listen to them!"

Potter, feeling sorry for his best mate, leads the group to the Kitchen window.

"Victoire iz obzessed with 'im. She zays she loves 'im."

The men could hear the wives gasp and Draco can make out She-Potter responding "Teddy must be heartbroken!"

Draco can hear his wife giggling when she says "Oh no, he simply changes how he looks. It's quite hilarious. Narcissa and Andromeda love it. They say it's like seeing Draco all over again."

All the men turn a little green. Except Draco. He has a smug look on his face.

Pansy sputters "Is he really that good looking?" and the Weasel punches Draco in the arm in retaliation.

Draco glares back. It's not his fault that the Weasel's wife still has the hots for him.

Hermione only laughs harder. The men look to Draco wondering how he could be married to such a crazy woman. He shrugs again. He doesn't need to give them details on why marrying her was a brilliant idea. First and foremost, was a wall, picture frame...

He's quickly pulled from memory lane when his wife replies, "In Teddy's words, He's like a nicer version of Uncle Draco." She gasps out, unable to fully breathe as she laughs, "Victoire says 'he's adorkable.'"

All the women laugh, and the men consider interrupting them. Bill is just about to walk into the kitchen, when Tracey asks the question that stops all of them in their tracks, especially Draco. "And Hermione, do you agree with the assessment?"

Draco's ire slowly rises, and the Weasel's smug face, wasn't helping his temperament. His wife was treading on some very thin ice here.

"Well..." Hermione stammers.

Draco scowls, and all the men try to hold in their snickering.

"He is rather attractive."

He is just about to barge in there screaming and shouting, but is held back by annoying red-heads.

"And?" Pansy asks. The Weasel smiles at his wife's instigating tendencies.

"And he is a nicer version of Draco."

This time, Fleur asks, "And?"

"I can understand her obsession." She mumbles, causing all the men to strain to hear, "I wouldn't mind spending some time with him."

The men, unable to hold back, guffaw and hoot. Draco quickly breaks free from their hold and storms into the kitchen, glaring at his wife, "Now see here..."