RP: Um. Well. Location: Dragon's Grange Date: 2 September 2004
Draco leaned against the door frame of his wife's lab and watched her work for a moment. He knew better than to interrupt her, but he also knew better than to let something like this wait until the last minute. She did not appreciate having things sprung on her when she couldn't prepare.
When Hermione lifted her head, Draco cleared his throat to catch her attention, then held out a letter he'd just taken from Lucifer. "From Luna and Rurik," he said, his voice just a little tight. "They, er. They want to know if we're going to be at the convention this coming weekend."
He met Hermione's eyes and shook his head, already anticipating the question. "Swear to god, Granger, I have never once mentioned what we do to Rurik. Not a word. Luna must have figured it out. She's far too observant, even if she doesn't seem like it."