Henrietta Potter And The Slytherin Child - (A 'Henrietta Potter' sequel) || D.M

36 - Oi! That's My Mother!

"You owe me one."

I had just gotten in from the Ministry, after spending the entire day trying desperately to catch up with paperwork. It was the day before New Years Eve.

Draco had been left at home again with the boys, and thankfully, this time, he hadn't spent the day bombarding me with texts. Although that may have had a lot to do with the fact that I had turned my phone off.

"It just sounds so... Slytherin," I groaned, "and I'm the least Slytherin ever."

"You're more Slytherin than you think, Potter," Draco chuckled, handing me a much-needed glass of wine as I collapsed exhausted on the sofa.

I wrinkled my nose, the idea disgusted me.

"You sound just like the Sorting Hat," I scoffed, swigging the wine as Draco plonked himself on the other end of the sofa, twirling a glass in his own hand.

"What do you mean by that?" he looked at me enquiringly, his eyebrow cocked ever so slightly.

"Oh, just that it wanted to put me in Slytherin during my Sorting," I said dismissively.

Draco choked, almost spitting his wine everywhere.

"I KNEW IT!" he spluttered.

I sighed. "Yes, but Draco, the thing is I could never be a true Slytherin."

"Why not? You have the qualities. And I always said, didn't I, that we would have made a good team from the start."

"Because I hate Slytherin. And I was never going to be your Pansy Parkinson." I jeered, looking at him contemptuously.

"No, because you're so much more than that, Potter," Draco drawled, his eyes twinkling zealously.

"I'm not being funny, Draco, but what sort of team did you see us becoming? If I remember rightly, your views on the wizarding world back then were, how shall I put it, a little misguided."

"Alright, alright." Draco sighed bitterly, slumping back resignedly into the sofa. "So Potter became a Gryffindor and then all was right with the world."

"Got it in one." I winked.

"You still owe me, though," Draco grumbled. "I've yet to recover from Boxing Day."

"Alright, I'll go to your poxy party."

***

I decided to wear my most fabulous of red dresses. I was going to show those Slytherins what for.

The way Draco's jaw dropped when I entered the kitchen told me I had made the right choice. Oh yes. I still had it.

"Damn, Potter," he growled, his eyes roaming up and down my body hungrily.

He quickly averted them when Albus came stomping in after me.

"Did you get my special crisps in, Mum?" He barked, barging past me as he headed straight for the cupboard.

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth, at my rude, ungrateful child. He didn't even mention the awesome dress I was wearing.

"Wow, you look nice, Etta," Scorpius said, entering the kitchen from behind me.

"Oi!" Albus said, spinning around and glaring at his friend. "That's my mother!"

Scorpius immediately went a deep shade of red, "I- I didn't mean..."

"Oh, ignore my moody son, Scorp. And thank you, by the way." I smiled sweetly at Scorpius before turning to glare at Albus. "You know, it wouldn't have hurt you to compliment your mother, Al."