Morning News

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

"No reason, darling."

"There's always a reason for staring at someone for the past half hour."

"Maybe I was lost in thought."

"Trust me, if you had something that interesting, you'd be blabbing it out loud."

"That better not be an insult."

"Whatever you say."

"Well, if you'd put down the paper, I'd tell you."

"But I'm so interested in this captivating story of a new stock of dragon heartstring coming in."

"How exciting!"

"Oh stop being sarcastic."

"You first."

"I'm not! I actually am interested in current events."

"Really? Put down the paper and I'll give you a current event."

"As long as it isn't a punch in the face, pinch on the cheek; kick in the shin, or any broken bones."

"You take all the fun out of things."

"Yeah, you're so deprived of fun."

"I could use more of it."

"Really? As if riding around a bloody horse all day and going shopping at your will isn't enough fun?"

"Mustn't forget making fun of you."

"You're right, I almost forgot that one."

"Since you're not interested at all in what I have to say, I'll go wallow in your pillows and eat all your ice cream."

"Fine. But take the vanilla because there's hardly any cotton candy flavor left."

"You pig."

"Hey, I'm not the one that ate most of the cotton candy flavor!"

"But I can't eat the rest while I'm wallowing because my own husband doesn't care at all about what I have to say."

"Fine, Pansy darling, eat the rest of it."

"I always get what I want."

"You'd better go before I change my mind."

"I always get what I want."

"I know, I heard you."

"Draco, don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"You empty headed tent."

"You ranting about how you always get what you want isn't exactly shouting hints at me."

"Oh come on Draco, what have I been whining about recently?"

"Recently as in the past few minutes, hours, days, weeks, months?"

"We've only been married a month."

"Fine, tell me what it is you've been whining about."

"Think I'd make it that easy?"

"You know I despise guessing games."

"That's your problem."

"Fine... Let's see... Getting a new elf?"

"No. You really are terrible at this."

"Hush. Replacing the hay bins in the barn?"

"Put down your paper. It's making you do awfully."

"But they're talking about Dumbledore."

"So?"

"What are you doing? Pansy, get off the paper!"

"Oh don't treat me like a dog."

"But you're sitting on the table!"

"Isn't that what it's for?"

"Don't be silly."

"Have I ever been silly?"

"Do I have to answer that?"

"Shut up and keep guessing."

"Fine. You've decided to throw a party?"

"As if I'd tell you. That'd spoil all the fun of calling you down in your boxers while the guests are waiting."

"I'm never walking around in my boxers again."

"Oh but Mother loved it. She said you had a nice, firm build."

"Bloody hell! I don't want some fifty year old woman complimenting my body!"

"Too late. She already did."

"Ugh... What is the secret? Just tell me."

"No."

"Stubborn."

"Tent."

"Fine."

"Anyway, I think we'll need to refurnish one of the rooms upstairs. Preferably that nice guest room by ours."

"Why? Is your Aunt Maddie coming over again?"

"No, don't worry. I just think we should make it more suitable for a baby."

"A... A what?"

"A baby."

"You're pregnant?"

"Mmhmm."

"Really?"

"No, I'm joking. Of course I'm pregnant."

"Hah! We're going to be parents!"

"You can stop swinging me around now."

"I'm excited."
"I can see that."

"Do you need to lie down? Are you feeling faint? Can I have Squeaky bring you a towel?"

"Hush little one, sit down and read your paper."