Break Up
“Exuse me?” Hermione said, her volume rising in annoyance as Draco sipped at his glass of firewhisky.
Theo and Harry were staring at the couple with wide eyes from across the other side of the table, still digesting Draco’s previous statement and Hermione’s response.
“We are not breaking up!”
“You said you didn’t love me.”
Harry’s lips parted in shock. Theo’s brow knit together. They both continued to glance between the two in confusion.
Of course Draco was doing this here. He always had to make a scene, the drama queen. Hermione could feel her face heating in anger and embarrassment at the public melt down she was currently having.
“I said you couldn’t buy and entire quidditch stadium for flying practice and scrimmages!” She seethed, attempting to keep her voice at a reasonable level.
“It’s the same thing!’ Draco shot back finally turnign to glare at his fiance.
Hermione threw her hands up and Theo nearly chocked on his wine laughing.
The next day Hermione threw the daily prophet in Draco’s face as he blinked awake.
“Are you happy?”
He pulled the paper off his face and squinted up at the front page.
He smirked.
“Don’t smirk you prat!” Hermione snatched the paper back off of his face. She was standing over him, the paper crushed in her fist.
Draco smiled up at her sweetly from bed.
“Sorry love.” He reached out and grasped the silk material of her dressing gown, using it to tug her down towards the bed.
She gave in and allowed him to pull her down. She tossed the paper to the floor of their bedroom and wrapped her arms around his neck resting her forehead against his.
“If I let you get the stadium we’re making another donation to the Hogwards muggle born fun.” She said, eyes still intense.
“Deal, I’ll call the Prophet about a correction post haste.” He replied turning to nuzzle into the crook of her neck.