Author's Note - Hey cookies, I think I'm going to try something little different. For each few days of the pregnancy, I will have a fluffy little drabble instead of a whole long chapter. I like the general idea, I hope you like it too! Here are days 2 & 3! So now that's out of the way, welcome to another new chapter of…

Dramione: Our Little Witch

DAY 2 - Draco POV - Moving In

It was 5:45 pm and Hermione and I were walking to our freshly bought home. We had each brought a bag of our belongings, clothes and school stuff and had charmed our furniture to float behind us. We were about 4 minutes away from the house and we heard a shuffling sound. I turned around to see Blaise Zabini struggling under a large pile of moving stuff. Luna had simply charmed her things to follow her as well.

"You alright, mate?" I asked Blaise.

"Yep. Perfectly fine." He grunted.

"You don't bloody look it." I replied pulling out my wand. "Objectum, sequimini dominum!" I chanted and his luggage flew from his arms and rose a few metres above him. He began to walk and it followed. I heard him grumble something and I grinned. After a few more minutes of walking, my 'wife' gasped.

"Draco." Hermione smiled at me. "We're home."

Day 3 - Hermione POV - Painting

It was the weekend and I was studying for my herbology assessment. I have to find out where Neville is, I thought. He would be acing this question. I chewed on the tip of my quill and got up to find Draco. He was supposedly painting the house. I followed the sound of brushes gliding up and down the walls, carefully avoiding the wet paint in the living room, kitchen and hallway. I finally found him in the bathroom, waving his wand in a painting motion. So that's how he's doing it so quickly, I marveled.

"Draco!" I called. He didn't respond.

"Draco!" I called, once again.

"DRACO!" I shouted. I realised he had earphones on.

I dipped a spare brush in the paint tray.

"OI!?" I yelled at him, splattering the paint in his hair.

"Urghhhgrgh! What do you want?" He replied, splattering paint over me.

"Oh, HELL NO!" I screamed. I had just managed to tame my bushy, greasy hair and now I'd have to wash it again. "This… Means… WAR!" I yelled, pouring the can over his gelled, blond hair.

"Haha!"

"Oh, why thank you Hermione! I always wanted…." He looked at the tin. "'Magical Magnolia' coloured hair."

"C'mon," I said. "Let's clean up."

And that was that. Hope you enjoyed! Review, favourite and follow and don't forget to say what you think of the new style. Bye Cookies!