interpretthis | D/Hr 9th Day of Halloween: Professional Help

Title: Professional Help
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
WC: 282
Notes: For day nine of

dramionedrabble's 12 Days of Halloween. Prompt: torture.
Summary: There’s a point when professional help becomes necessary.

“Oh and the singing - bloody hell - absolute nightmare, pure torture -”

“Oh come on, I hardly ever -”

“You do enough. I can’t even begin to tally the brain cells I’ve lost over -”

“Now that’s just not fair.”

“So there’s the singing.” Draco and Hermione froze as one, coming back to reality as they turned back to the immaculate desk and the man behind it. Dust motes tumbled in lethargic spirals, spinning in and out of sun rays.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I cannot believe I agreed to this. He’s hardly a counselor.”

Draco shot her a glare and reached across to grab her hand, holding it a bit tighter than he usually would. The marriage counselor spoke again.

“You’re an ambitious couple to begin with, being from rival houses. I myself was much a part of the enmity, being from Slytherin. But I’ve managed to find my inner chi, and have come to accept Gryffindors like you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

Draco tried not to grin at the bewildered furrow dipping between his wife’s brows. Her voice was high and pleased and astounded all at once.

“Well that’s very kind of you Goyle, I mean - Gregory. You’ve made quite a life for yourself.”

“Indeed. Well then, I’m going to send you on home with a Soothing Charm and a - well, one last question. How’s your sex life?”

Draco gave a bark of a laugh. Hermione’s cheeks took on a rosy tint, but her gaze stayed level.

“Actually,” Draco smirked. “That there, my dear old friend, was the one thing holding us back from counseling.” He tipped a raucous wink at Hermione. “You know what they say about anger…”

D/Hr 9th Day of Halloween: Professional Help

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