Sanskaar let out an exasperated sigh outside his door. He could hear Harry Potter theme coming from his room. As much as he loved fantasy genre, this was getting ridiculous. Oh, don't get him wrong. He liked fantasy movie alright. He thought they were a good gateway to escape mundane reality of life. But this? This atrocity that was going on in his room was bordering on obsession.

Giving another unbelievable look he opened the door and entered his haven, which felt more like Harry Potter themepark and less like his abode.

There was his Swara, sitting cross legged on their bed and munching on salted peanuts and a glass of chocolate milkshake on the night table. And her eyes were unmistakably glued on their large TV screen, so much that she didn't even look up to give him welcoming smile. Yes, he had been a little late home, she must have been waiting. But it had been one time, he hadn't come home late in long long time. So he didn't think that he warranted that kind of warth on him.

It must have been The Situation. Ohh how he despised That Situation.

"Swara, could you please switch it off? This is the third time you're having Harry Potter Marathon in a week. This is crazy," he told her flatly.

"Shhh Sanskaar, I'm almost in the climatic scene of Half-Blood Prince. Don't disturb," she replied dazedly.

"Don't 'shhh' me Swara. It's way past your bed time. Finish your milk and go to sleep," he ordered futilly. He knew it was a lost cause. It would be a miracle if she followed his order. He knew what was the climax. He had dutifully watched the movie with her. Atleast 5 times. He knew major trivia of the movie. Like,

The Hogwarts Express was to be boarded from platform 9 & 3/4.

The famous wizarding market was called Diagon Alley.

Ronald Weasley was the chess player of Golden trio.

Entrance to The Chamber of Secrets was in the Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.(Creepy)

The murderous tree was called Whomping Willow, underneath which lay a secret passage to supposedly haunted Shreaking Shack.(as if)

Crookshanks was half-kneazle cat with squashed face that Hermione Granger owned.

Tri-Wizard cup was rigged to be a portkey for the graveyard.(see he even knew what it was called)

Hermione Granger had founded an organization called S.P.E.W(he thought she was impressive, just a tad young for that)

Pink Toad was Dolores Umbridge( see, he even knows her first name) whom Hermione Granger had cleverly led to Centaurs in Forbidden forest.

Bezoar was the all-poison antidote.(if only that was real)

The Golden Trio escaped death eaters from Bill's wedding and were caught at Forest of Dean.

They escaped Gringotts on Green Welsh Dragon, less dangerous that Hungarian Horntail Harry Potter faced in Tri-Wizard Tournament in fourth year.( fuck it, dragons were dragons. Danger)

Battle of Hogwarts took place in May 2.

See, he knew so much. But Swara knew more.

"Swara stop ogling at Malfoy and go to sleep please," he told again. That brat Malfoy stood infront of that doddering old headmaster, drawing his wand but hesitant to utter 'Avada kedavra'

"You go to sleep Sanskaar. Draco is about lower his wand"

"Swara this is unethical. You're married and 8 months pregnant. Stop drooling over other guys," he muttered irritatedly.

Yes! His Swara was pregnant with their first child. He was so nervous and always worried. He had barred her from all the work, had a healthy diet planned for her. She was to have light exercises and he accompanied her to all doctor's appointments and lamaze classes. He had held her hair back when she had puked her guts out during morning sickness. (She had sweared and cursed his male organ for making her miserable). He had tolerated her mood swings and dutifully catered to her cravings. And she goes ga-ga over that prick Malfoy.

"I'm married & pregnant Sanskaar. Not dead. Its not my fault if Draco is drop dead gorgeous," she retorted his argument.

"It's nearly midnight sweety. Please, you need your rest," he tried again.

"Don't make noise Sanskaar, its almost there," she said gruffly. He so wanted to growl out loud.

"Swara, isn't it too much? You've watched this movie so many times. Maybe you should try 'Twilight saga' for a change," he said hopefully. He was sick of Harry Potter. Nowadays, he had started to hear its theme music, even in his dreams.

"And why would I want to watch that clumsy fool Bella fawning over sparkly Vampire Thingy?" Swara asked offensively, "Vampires are supposed to burn in sunlight, not Sparkle like bloody Disco ball"

"And if Bella Swan fawns over Edward, what are you doing right now. On top of that, that Malfoy git is a villain, a bully, a bad guy. I thought you like good guys, who stood for the good cause," he argued fluffing her pillow and checking the water jug for fresh water. Swara had a knack of waking up all night, thanks to the baby kicking her bladder, and needed a lot of water usually.

"He's not a villain, Sanskaar. He just had wrong role model all his childhood. If you have a father like Lucius, the child is bound to be like Draco. I know he's bully. Thats why you don't hear me cribbing that I would've loved to marry him. He's a Git, alright. But he's handsome Git. You can't blame me for having these raging hormones and fawning over some hot male specimen. And look at how he is dressed. Not a speck of dirt on his clothes. As if even the dirt is wary of spoiling his wardrobe," Swara grinned, "and Tom Felton, he's absolute Darling. He attends Harry Potter themed parks and events all over the world. Because it makes his FANS happy. He even attended 'Beauty and the Beast' premiere for Emma. Dramione shippers were ecstatic. He NEVER lets his FANS down."

"And how do you know that?" He drawled. He was sure that was what Malfoy from books did.

"Oh hello mister. There are Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and lots of social networking site. And I do happen to know how to use internet," she watched him indignantly. Her movie forgotten. That was almost over anyway.

This could not be happening. His wife was following Malfoy out of movies too.

"Do you have that much time on you?" he asked in disbelief and got inside the cover on bed.

"You stopped my daily visit to music school," she pouted and hugged him, "I do make time for myself after playing Sis-Sis with that crackpot Ragini and saving this nuthouse, you know. And after tiresome activities of saving the day and dealing with that nuts sister of mine, I wait for you watching Potter world"

He sighed tiredly, "When are you gonna get over this Malfoy-Phase?"

"Dunno," she replied childishly, "Probably never"

Credit had started rolling in the TV, and he gave a satisfied smirk.

"Well, the movie is over."

He knew, Swara didn't fancy 'Deathly Hallows' much, pertaining to the lack of Malfoy. So she was definitely going to sleep now, in HIS EMBRACE.(take that in YO face Malfoy. Swara is still mine)

Swara let out some chosed explicit words and huff. Not much of Draco in next movie. She happened to glance at her husband who looked way too smug. Can't have that now, can she?

She gave a sly smile, pulled open her laptop and said deviously, "There's always Dramione VMs on YouTube."

Sanskaar swore and turned to other side. Whoever said Swara Bose had no mean bone needed to be shipped to St. Mungo's
(where ever that was) ASAP.