A/N: Prompted by the meme that I saw that read "Married Romance: After we put the kids to bed, let's sit on the couch together and look at Facebook on our phones with the T.V on." This is a non magic AU, featuring Hinny as the side pairing.
Title: Married Romance
Rating: T
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Ginny popped her head around the doorframe, smiling. "Knock, knock," she sang, as she stepped across the threshold, crossing the room to drape herself in the plush armchair across from her desk.
She sighed as she sank into the seat. "Laura Ashley?" she asked, referring to the new office furniture.
Hermione hummed her reply as she opened her email.
"I love the colour," Ginny replied, smoothing her hand over the fabric.
"Chester Fir," Hermione told her. "My husband picked it out"
"Figures," Ginny snorted, as she looked up at Hermione who was smiling at her email from her husband.
To: hermione . granger tate - modern . org . uk
Subject: Date Night
After we put the kids to bed, let's sit on the couch together and look at Facebook on our phones with the T.V on.
Love
Draco x
"What are you smiling at?" Ginny asked, her eyebrow raised as she smirked at her best friend.
"Never you mind," Hermione laughed as she typed back her reply.
To: draco . malfoy ministryofdefence . gov . uk
Subject: Re: Date Night
You're on, bring wine.
Love
Hermione x
"Are you coming to lunch or not?" Ginny asked, her tone mildly mocking.
"Hold on, let me grab my things," she told her, as she grabbed her purse and coat. "Well, come on then, no point hurrying me along if you're just going to sit there!" Hermione cried, tapping her foot impatiently.
"It's not my fault, it's this chair. I'm in love. Tell Draco I need a new chair for my office."
Hermione laughed despite her frown. "Tell your own husband if you want a new chair!"
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"I have news," Ginny whispered, leaning in conspiratorially.
Hermione looked up from her seabass, her eyebrow lifting.
"Okay, don't do that, it's scary how much you look like your husband when you do that," Ginny remarked, exaggerating a grimace.
Hermione smacked her playfully on the hand. "Shut up and tell me your news!"
Ginny grinned. "Alright, calm down, wench. I'm pregnant!" she whispered excitedly.
Hermione froze, shocked. "Really? How far long?"
"Eight weeks. Harry wanted to wait until we got to twelve because we have been trying for so long, but I couldn't wait any longer to tell you," she rushed, her face lighting up.
"I am so excited for you," Hermione cried, chucking her napkin on the table as she rushed to embrace her friend.
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Harry nodded as he saw Draco enter the bar, turning to signal the bartender. "Two whiskeys please."
Draco took the glass with thanks, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid, relishing the burn on the back of his throat.
"Long day?"
"Frustrating day," he grimaced. "GCHQ," he offered by way of explanation, and Harry knew he wouldn't be able to divulge what exactly was stressing him out.
"Fair enough mate," he shrugged, running his hand through his messy hair. He needed a haircut, Ginny informed him this morning, as she brushed the sweat drenched locks from his forehead. He smiled at the memory for a few moments before realising that Draco was looking at him oddly.
"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly. "Anyway, I asked you here because I have some news," he told him as they made their way to a table in the corner.
Draco's eyebrow lifted.
"You ever notice, Hermione pulls exactly the same face these days?" Harry joked.
"Does she? Not noticed myself, anyway this news?" Draco took another gulp of his whiskey.
"Ginny's pregnant," he grinned.
"Really?" Draco coughed, trying not to choke on his drink through shock.
Harry nodded, his eyes full of pride.
"Well done, mate. Though I should warn you, it's downhill from now. I mean kids are great, I love mine to death, but as for romance?" He grinned, thinking of the email he sent his wife earlier. "Married romance will now largely consist of you sitting in front of the tv on your phone just grateful that the house is finally silent after the bedtime-battle. Say goodbye to 'Date Night's'," he chuckled as his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Pulling out the device, he grinned as he checked the text.
"Scorpius just flooded the bathroom. Kill. Me. Now. x."
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