her book is hilarious

Dramione Drabble

The hardness of the wooden floor helped jerk Draco back into reality. He moved to stand up, brushing imaginary dust off his clothes, and walked towards his wife, who was chewing on her lower lip and eyeing him with a worried look.

He placed his arms around her waist, and with the straightest voice he could muster, he addressed the situation at hand. “Hi pregnant. I’m Dad.”

That earned him a smacking on the arm. “Really Draco? Have you been reading that muggle joke book again?”

“Relax, Granger. I was just trying to lighten the mood” He joked, moving as if to rub the sore spot on his arm.

She just scoffed at him, folding her arms on her chest. “Right. Relax. Like I’m the one who fainted not five minutes ago.” 

Draco ignored her comment, wrapping her in his arms instead. “That book was pretty hilarious, alright? Besides, I’ve got to come up with a couple of dad jokes now.” He said with a grin, resting his chin on top of her head.

His wife’s face finally lit up with a small smile and she looked up at him, brown eyes slightly tearing at the corners. “We’re having a baby”, she whispers. “Are you happy?”

So that’s why she seemed upset. He briefly wondered where she even got the notion that he wouldn’t be happy about them having a child, but he chose not to voice the question and decided to just quell any other remaining worries she might have had by pulling her tighter in his embrace. “I’m more than just happy, Hermione. I’m ecstatic.” He assured her, sealing their lips in a passionate kiss.

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There was a crushing sadness to Gansey’s face as he looked at Adam. That was the first clue Blue got that something was inherently different, irretrievably altered. If not about the world, then about Cabeswater. And if not about Cabeswater, then about Adam.

As it is, I guess I find [the song] “Jack & Diane” a little disgusting.

As a child of immigrant professionals, I can’t help but notice the wasteful frivolity of it all. Why are these kids not home doing their homework? Why aren’t they setting the table for dinner or helping out around the house? Who allows their kids to hang out in parking lots? Isn’t that loitering?

I wish there was a song called “Nguyen & Ari,” a little ditty about a hardworking Vietnamese girl who helps her parents with the franchised Holiday Inn they run, and does homework in the lobby, and Ari, a hardworking Jewish boy who does volunteer work at his grandmother’s old-age home, and they meet after school at Princeton Review. They help each other study for the SATs and different AP courses, and then, after months of studying, and mountains of flashcards, they kiss chastely upon hearing the news that they both got into their top college choices. This is a song teens need to inadvertently memorize.


Mindy Kaling, “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?”

her book is hilarious. This is my favorite part.