F is for Frogs
The real-estate agent brought the couple in to the large backyard. "And here, it's almost as lovely as inside. You'll have plenty of grass area for once you have kids. See, there's a patio over there, it comes with a table and a barbeque, too." She pointed left. "And there's a path. Shall we go take a look?"
"Sure." Hermione said brightly, and the real-estate agent smiled before hurrying along the path towards the outdoor table. Hermione and Draco walked slowly behind her. Hermione looked up at her husband. "I really like this place." She said eagerly.
"Yeah, it's much better than the Manor." Draco replied, nodding. "As big as the Manor but there are no rude parents to scoff at us, no Aunt Bellatrix to have yell at you and it's warm, not stony and cold."
"Can we get it?" Hermione asked, grabbing Draco's arm. "I'm just in love with this house! I can already imagine our kids growing up here. The backyard is fantastic for children. It's massive!"
"Of course we can get it. Anything for you." Hermione smiled at his response.
"Really?"
"I promise Hermione, that we will buy this house."
"Hurry up, you two!" The agent waved them over. Hermione gripped Draco's arm and pulled him forwards. When they reached the rock patio, Hermione gasped. It was beautiful; a circular table sat in the middle with ten or more seats surrounding it, and fairy lights we covering the banister so that it lit up the whole area. "So? What do you think?"
"I love it." Hermione breathed, before noticing a small pond in the corner of the patio. "What's that?" She asked, walking up to it.
"Oh, it's a small pond. There's a bigger one of there." She waved her hand back towards where they had come from. "The bigger pond has a bridge and what-not. It looked like something off a rom-com movie. Anyways, the previous owners loved underwater animals. I'm pretty sure there's a couple of fish in here, along with some frogs, I'm pretty sure."
"It's amazing!" Hermione gaped. "I love frogs!" She lent down, squealing.
"No." Draco said suddenly.
"What? Draco!" Hermione exclaimed, standing back up to face him. "You said we can get this house! I love this house!"
"We're not getting it."
"Drake!" Hermione looked as though she was going to burst into tears.
"Hermione, I'm sorry." He looked at her stubbornly. "But no."
"Why?" Hermione truly was crying now.
"Our children will not grow up with frogs." He glared at the agent. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we must be going." He turned on his heel and started to walk away.
"Draco!" Hermione screeched.
"Hurry up, Hermione. Get away from those horrid frogs." He demanded, to which Hermione laughed. "Why are you laughing? The frogs will come and find you! Hurry up!" He roared.
"Draco, wait." Hermione said. "You're not buying this house because it has frogs?"
"Well, yes. They are horrible creatures and we shall find a house without them."
"Frogs?" Hermione repeated. "Are you serious?"
"Quite."
Hermione burst out laughing. "You're- you're- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- frogs!" She gasped for breath.