herumtreiber

Title: Eavesdropping at the café
Author:

herumtreiber
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 657
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, humour, MPreg, no Draco for this part.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the rest belong to JK Rowling, I only play with them.
Beta: None
A/N: Harry and Hermione talk while someone eavesdrops.

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Born the animagus way

Susan looked up from her book and saw the couple enter the café. She sipped her tea, shaking her head. Harry is here, and the slim pregnant girl - without her maternity robe I might add. I don’t see the handsome blond, though. More importantly, there is no sign of Draco, the stuffed ferret.

Susan snickered softly. What a funny name for a ferret!

When the waiter arrived to take their orders, Hermione put the menu on the tablecloth. “Could you bring me a cappuccino and pineapple tart?”

“I’ll have treacle tart - with sardines,” said Harry.

The muggle woman leaned forward unobtrusively, intent on following the conversation

Hermione squinted at her best friend. “Why don’t you try something new, like oat meal with anchovies?”

Harry glared at the brunette. “Why? You think I’m fat too?”

Hermione held up her hands. “Of course not, Harry! You’re the right weight, believe me.”

Susan glared from behind her book. I’ve got it now. The blond is Harry’s boyfriend. He obviously wants him to go on a diet. And this girl is trying to steal Harry from him by enabling his binging!

When the waiter brought their dishes, the conversation stopped for a while and Susan returned to reading her book. The redhead caressed lovingly the glossy cover of Peter Shaffer’s Equus. Harry seems familiar. Perhaps I’ve seen him in the theatre?

Hermione pointed her fork towards her pregnant friend. “You wouldn’t believe what happened the other day, Harry. I was googling your name and the autofill response led me to some cute otter pictures!”

Hermione sighed dreamily. “They were so pretty.”

Harry paused in the middle of eating his treacle tart, staring intently at the witch. His lips curved upward, hinting at a smirk. “And?”

“Since Malfoy is a ferret and Ron a weasel… perhaps it’s time I tried,” said Hermione firmly.

Susan gripped the book so tightly, her knuckles were white. She remembered distinctly the incident outside the cafe when Harry was so protective towards the white ferret. This is worse than I thought! Harry suffers from a mental disease like the teenager of Equus.

Susan took a sip of her Darjeeling tea to calm herself. Harry’s obsessed with small furry animals. He’s probably a menace to ferrets everywhere. His boyfriend - the cute blond - is a famous psychiatrist who is treating him. And this bloody girl is enabling his sick fantasies to lure poor Harry to her side!

“I’ve been researching the transformation,” continued Hermione. “Google has been very useful.”

The brunette shook her head. “It’s very strange, the algorithms for the autofill response are better than I imagined. They lead me to the right places, as if by magic.”

Hermione noticed the redheaded woman glaring at her whilst Harry smirked.

“I see Malfoy is rubbing off on you, Harry.”

“Mione, don’t you think it’s time you called him Draco?”

“I will when he calls me Hermione!”

Susan took her pen and hastily scribbled on the margins of Equus: Locate Draco Malfoy, and tell him about Hermione’s perfidious plot!!!

Hermione leaned towards Harry and said in a low voice. “Don’t look to the right, Harry. There’s a woman that’s been glaring at me the whole time. Do you think she is, you know… a former Death Eater?”

When Harry started coughing, Hermione hastily stood up and hit his back.

“Don’t hit me so hard, Mione! I’m all right.” Harry looked towards the kitchen, his gaze pausing for a moment on Susan, and he tried hard not to laugh.

“I’m sure she’s not a Death Eater.”

Susan scowled indignantly behind her book. She looked at her watch and finally took out her mobile to call her boyfriend. Paul’s late as usual; I have to call Carlotta and make an appointment for an ultrasound. This girl, Mione, is abusive as well. I’ll Google for a psychiatrist called Draco and I’ll let the blond know about Harry Otter’s plight.