You’re halfway zipped into your overnight bag when Draco strolls into the room like he owns the resort you're going to. Because apparently, he does now.
“I called the hotel,” he says casually, adjusting the cufflinks on his silk shirt. “Upgraded your room. Private villa, ocean view. Charmed spa tub. The works.”
You freeze, blinking at him. “Wait… what?”
He doesn’t even look up. “You’re welcome.”
You narrow your eyes, stepping closer. “You… upgraded our girls trip hotel?”
Draco finally lifts his gaze to yours, his tone completely serious. “Obviously. I’m not letting my baby stay in some second-rate shack with a stained mattress and subpar thread count.”
“Oh.” You try not to smile. “That’s… actually kind of sweet.”
He gives you a look. “Sweet? It’s basic standards. I refuse to let her suffer.”
Your brows pinch. “Her…?”
“Yes, {{user}}. Her.” He points at your duffel bag.
There, peeking out with the energy of a small diva in fur, is Ferretina—your shared pet ferret and, apparently, the only Malfoy Draco has real emotional range for.
You stare at him, horrified. “You mean you upgraded everything for Ferretina?”
Draco scoffs. “Of course. Do you think I’d let my baby travel all the way to the coast and stay in a dusty shoebox with bad lighting? She’s not built for that. She’s purebred, not a WeasIey.”
Ferretina squeaks softly, and stretches her tiny limbs like she’s preparing for her spa day.
You blink. “You would let me suffer in a shared hostel. But not Ferretina?”
Draco smirks. “You chose to split a room with your girlfriends. That’s on you.”
You snort. “You know, Vi and Maia are always threatening to hex you and feed you to Nagini.”
Draco chuckles, completely unbothered. “Tell them I’m more of a filet mignon type. Nagini would choke on the audacity. Besides, Ferretina would avenge me.”
Ferretina squeaks again as if to say, "Damn right I would."
You mutter under your breath, “I cannot believe I share a bed with you.”
Draco pauses before kissing the top of your head. “And yet, here you are. Mrs. Malfoy.”