Disclaimer: Not my characters.

Just a silly little one-shot to blow off some stress. I've been studying for a government mid-term for the past three days. Yes, this is almost all dialogue. I can't be arsed to handle descriptive stuff right now. :)

The boy's room was warm and cozy, soft light teasing the shadows flickering in the corners. He was propped on a pillow, his mum close enough for her breath to stir his curls while she read his nightly story, which he got if he was good...

"And then the horrible, nasty, selfish dragon was ensnared by a magic net and dragged from his cave. Roaring pitifully, the evil lizard begged for mercy from the heroic knight, but received none. The hero, who looked more than a bit like Uncle Harry, stuck his sword into the beast's black heart, vanquishing him forever."

"What in Hades are you telling that child? That's not a bedtime-"

She smirked and continued, raising her voice to cover her husband's protests, "then the whole village feasted on dragon meat, and everyone got new dragonhide boots and lived happily ever after."

Grey eyes sparkled up at her appreciatively. "Wicked, Mummy! You tell the best stories." She grinned in response, tucking her precocious six year-old son in tightly.

"Mummy?"

She turned at the door to face him, "Yes, Darling?"

"What did the dragon do, exactly, that made the knight kill him?"

"He stole everyone's chips at lunch and refused to share. Good night, love - sleep well." She turned out the light and strode into the hallway to face her own dragon.

"Well, that was uncalled for."

"You think? Just wait'll you see the story I've got ready for the next time you leave the seat up." With that, Hermione Malfoy patted her husband on the shoulder as she passed.

"No more dead dragon stories, witch. Do you hear me?"

"Of course not dear, I'm going to make you a prancing, pink, glittery, singing unicorn in the next one, and then I'll share the story with all of the Weasleys AND Harry."

That settled it. Next time he'd get his own damn chips.