My Wish

Ten

Andy chewed on her lip as she stared at the typewriter in front of her. If there was one thing she hated more than anything, it was writer's block. While her family's enemies tended to be actual people, hers was always writer's block.

There were few things that could cure it. Things that she had yet to figure out. The twins were never one. She had tried once but they had kept her away from writing even after the block had passed so she often asked Narcissa to watch them just so she could get some form of work done.

She was just glad that she worked for the prophet as well. The last book she had put out was a year ago, and while it had well, she hadn't liked it too much. It had been a romance novel which wasn't exactly her cup of tea but she wanted to try something new but now all she had in the drafts were vague ideas, nothing that could be turned into a book yet, except for one-

"Hey, come to shopping with me," Draco's voice interrupted Andy's thoughts and she groaned as she turned around. "Draco, I'm trying to work," She told him.

Draco pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to Andy's desk. He frowned when he saw the empty pages in front of Andy. "Exactly trying. You've got writer's block," Draco sang, poking Andy's shoulder. Andy just glared at Draco. He had a knack for pointing out the obvious.

"Trying is better than not," She shot. Andy turned back towards the typewriter as Draco sighed, shaking his head.

"Listen, I have two weeks off work to heal, which I think is unreasonable because I am healed. Honestly they're doctors, you'd think they'd understand that," Draco said. He shook his head. "But that's not the point. Perhaps you need a vacation as well, sitting here and trying to force yourself to write is going to make you write. If anything, it'll make it worse,"

Andy stared at Draco taken aback. "Since when did you become such an expert?" She snarked. Andy rolled her chair backwards and stood up, walking towards the bookshelf closest to her.

"Since you started caring about three things only; Lyra, Leo, and your work," Draco told her. "I miss you, Andy. Come shopping with me," Draco repeated.

Andy sighed as she pulled a book out, reading something else usually helped. Draco pushed himself off of the desk and walked over to Andy. He quickly plucked the book out of her hands. "No," He told her, earning a pout from his sister.

"Take a vacation, even if it's just for a few hours. Please?" Draco asked. Andy sighed. "Fine," She muttered. Draco smiled as he placed the book back on the shelf, not in the right place nor the right way which sort of pissed Andy off.

Andy and Draco were walking down the front pathway when Andy saw Harry jogging towards them. "Brace yourself, here comes Potter." Andy quickly warned. She forced a smile as Harry slowed his pace and stopped right in front of him.

"Where are you two heading?" He asked. Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh so now you're not only dictating who can visit us but also where we can go?" Draco asked. Andy raised her brow. They hadn't been saying who could visit and who couldn't. Weird.

"We're going shopping, Potter," Andy informed him. Harry nodded, his gaze shifting towards Draco. "Maybe I could join you guys then, as an escort just to make sure nothing goes wrong. I'm sure Ron can hold down the fort here,"

Wow he was really overplaying this. There was no reason for them to worry about being in danger outside of the house. Surely whoever had broken in wouldn't attack them in the middle of public in broad daylight.

"No, that's-""Alright," Draco said, quickly cutting off Andy. Andy stared at Draco taken aback. He was supposed to hate Potter and the last thing she wanted was to listen to the both of them bicker back and forth all day. This was supposed to be her vacation.