Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my glass of green-slytherin-kool-aid and whatever else is in this story that doesn't make sense. I was inspired by another romance novel I read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!
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She sat down next to him. He glanced over at her. "You're really gonna eat that?"
"Of course I am. This is healthy for the baby Draco."
He reached over without invitation and scooped up a heaping spoonful that included a mango slice, peaches and the beady white toppings. "Not bad,"
"You took my last mango Draco."
He picked up his box of Lucky Leprechaun and shook a few on top of her fruit bowl.
"Gee, Thanks." she said as she pushed the marshmallows out of the way and spooned up a fresh peach slice.
Chapter 30
"Wrapped so Pretty"
"How much is not much?" Hermione asked
"Not much…that's all" laughed Narcissa. She opened the car door just as Hermione had showed her to do. The new plastic smell of new leather escaped, filling her senses.
Hermione looped her leg over the stool that she had been sitting on, and leapt off. Coming over to stand next to her mother-in-law. Narcissa was quite pleased with the machine. It had remarkable speed and was in deed the sexiest contraption she had ever experienced in all her life.
Hermione on the other hand had no idea, what was going through the woman's head. She had never gotten a Christmas gift quite like this one. Mother -in-law's usually gave you things like fruit cakes recipes, or a nice, clumpy new watch for a Christmas gift. And this was the real scary part... Hermione absolutely loved her gift, without a doubt. She had manage to slip away without Draco for a moment, as Narcissa asked, but she refuse to let her in on the secret not until Hermione showed up totally and utterly alone. To say that she was only excited would be an understatement. Ecstatically insane, and screaming her bloody heart out….Yes! That was her.
She was going to have a tough time explaining this crimson red beauty to her husband. Hermione walked to the corner of Narcissa's dungeon where they had been secretly keeping her super-colossal christmas present.
"And what do we know about cars?" Hermione said.
"Nothing really and who said we needed to know anything. You know how to drive her right? And we'll just leave the rest up to who of the mechanisms fellow you were telling me about."
Drive her! Hermione knew how to drive it all right. She and Narcissa had just returned from another one of their joy rides. Burning up the winding roads on the Switzerland countryside.
This blood red beauty was top of the line, custom designed by Narcissa of course. Built in France, painted, paid and delivered to Mrs. Malfoy's home. Hermione still couldn't understand how she had done it alone. But here it was, lip stick red, shiny, remarkably fast, and fully loaded. Her drop-top, super-duper convertible corvette. There was no need in mulking about it. Draco was bound find out eventually. Hermione heard the car door chime as Narcissa reopened the passenger door and turned the key. The engine rumbled the dungeon walls, growling like a sleeping dragon, and the electronic hood gave a low whine as she flipped the switch inside to raise its hood.
Ok so this isn't going to be easy. No actually, Hermione knew it was sure it was going to be disastrous....