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hermione and theo sat at ginny and harry’s dining table looking a little tense. usually, theo and hermione couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, they were always touching each other even if it was just small brushes of arms.
“so?” ginny started. “are you going to tell us why you’re both sat at opposite ends of the table?”
theo sighed. “it started with the wine-“
“the wine!” hermione cut him off, earning her a glare so harsh, if looks could kill, she’d be six feet under.
“the wine. we were shopping for a bottle to bring to draco’s soirée. draco’s a sous chef, he’s very gourmet.” earning him an eye roll. ginny and harry both knew that draco was a sous chef and owned his own french restaurant, neither of hermione or theo stopped gushing their appraisals about their man.
hermione grinned, “i picked my favourite cabernet!”
theo sighed. “she’s got no clue, and so i said: darling, the wine?”
“the wine?” harry cut in, confusion filling his face.
“draco was serving monkfish, so i told her ‘darling, the wine can’t be red.’ so i offered an austrian riesling instead.”
“harry, you know i don’t like the riesling-“
ginny cut her off. “theo, when have you ever seen her drink riesling?”
theo threw his hands in the air, “never, but won’t you just listen this once! red wine, and fish? you’ll look like a dunce!”
hermione gasped, “so i said that i’ll bring the red, he brings the white, that way i’ll still get drunk, he’ll still be right!”
“it was fine!” theo shouted.
hermione shrieked “fine!”
harry was exasperated. “fine.” ginny waited a moment. “so what happened when you got to Malfoy’s?”
“well. we walked in and draco was there, looking very proud of us for making it there without killing each other.” theo snorted. “she is my girlfriend too, you know.”
“anyway, draco came to us, kissed us both and told us that he had got me a bottle of cabernet, and also bottle of riesling for theo.”
“he loves you too more than you deserve.” ginny laughed.
“that’s why i’m a malfoy, and they’re still granger and nott.” draco sauntered in to the kitchen, kissing his respective partners on the heads. “are they still arguing about the wine?”