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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-07-11 04:29 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-07-11 04:29 pm
Changes (Draco/Hermione, PG-13)
Title: Changes
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 493
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Language
Summary: Conversations after an Australian holiday.
Author’s Notes: Written for the fourth challenge at the Draco/Hermione LDWS competition on LJ.
Ginny watched her flatmate suspiciously as she untied the Daily Prophet and grabbed a muffin before sitting at the kitchen table to read. Hermione had been back from her Australian holiday for nearly a week, and she was still grinning.
Ginny couldn’t take not knowing any longer. Snatching the paper from her, Ginny hid it behind her back and sat down in the chair opposite. “Spill.” Hermione’s surprised laughter sounded strangely like a giggle, and Ginny raised an eyebrow. “Did you just giggle at me? Okay, your cheeriness is almost nauseating now.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Fine. I met a boy while I was away.”
---
Blaise gripped his newspaper a bit too tightly when he heard footsteps and the distinct sound of humming coming from the hallway that led to Draco’s bedroom.
A week. Draco had been like this for a bloody goddamn week. It had to stop. He couldn’t live with this person who said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to the house elves anymore. He needed his best mate back. “Draco,” he said in his most pleasant voice. He used his crumpled newspaper to point to the armchair nearest him. Draco sat, and Blaise fixed him with a glare. “Mate, you look like you’re going to break into a skip at any moment, and if you start skipping through my flat, I’m going to have to hex you. Now, just tell me if you managed to get into her knickers.”
Draco scoffed at the threat, but his face fell into a familiar smirk. “Australia was good to me, Blaise.”
---
Hermione let out a long sigh. “Yes, he was nice to me; yes, he was good-looking; yes, he bought me dinner; I think he liked me; and, well, I supposed you could know him. Possibly.”
Ginny bounced excitedly. This was the first time she’d seen Hermione happy over a man since she’d broken up with Ron six months ago. “Did you spend the night together?”
“Of course not!”
“Sleep together?”
“No.”
“Have sex?”
“Well…”
---
“Was she any good?” Draco just looked at him for a moment, and Blaise shook his head. “Ah, yes. The humming. I should have figured.” He laughed. “Do you still remember her name?”
Draco’s expression was suddenly blank. His poker face. This was a poor time to use it, the idiot. Blaise’s eyes narrowed. “You knew her?”
Draco just sighed and nodded.
“What’s her name, Draco?”
---
“Are you at least going to tell me his name?”
Hermione bit her lip. “Only if I absolutely have to.”
Ginny’s grin widened. She had a feeling this was going to be good. “Then I do know him! Who was it?”
---
In two different parts of England, a blond man and a bushy-haired brunette woman winced simultaneously.
“Hermione Granger,” the man said.
“Draco Malfoy,” the woman said.
In two different parts of England, two mouths fell open simultaneously, followed closely by, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 493
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Language
Summary: Conversations after an Australian holiday.
Author’s Notes: Written for the fourth challenge at the Draco/Hermione LDWS competition on LJ.
Ginny watched her flatmate suspiciously as she untied the Daily Prophet and grabbed a muffin before sitting at the kitchen table to read. Hermione had been back from her Australian holiday for nearly a week, and she was still grinning.
Ginny couldn’t take not knowing any longer. Snatching the paper from her, Ginny hid it behind her back and sat down in the chair opposite. “Spill.” Hermione’s surprised laughter sounded strangely like a giggle, and Ginny raised an eyebrow. “Did you just giggle at me? Okay, your cheeriness is almost nauseating now.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Fine. I met a boy while I was away.”
---
Blaise gripped his newspaper a bit too tightly when he heard footsteps and the distinct sound of humming coming from the hallway that led to Draco’s bedroom.
A week. Draco had been like this for a bloody goddamn week. It had to stop. He couldn’t live with this person who said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to the house elves anymore. He needed his best mate back. “Draco,” he said in his most pleasant voice. He used his crumpled newspaper to point to the armchair nearest him. Draco sat, and Blaise fixed him with a glare. “Mate, you look like you’re going to break into a skip at any moment, and if you start skipping through my flat, I’m going to have to hex you. Now, just tell me if you managed to get into her knickers.”
Draco scoffed at the threat, but his face fell into a familiar smirk. “Australia was good to me, Blaise.”
---
Hermione let out a long sigh. “Yes, he was nice to me; yes, he was good-looking; yes, he bought me dinner; I think he liked me; and, well, I supposed you could know him. Possibly.”
Ginny bounced excitedly. This was the first time she’d seen Hermione happy over a man since she’d broken up with Ron six months ago. “Did you spend the night together?”
“Of course not!”
“Sleep together?”
“No.”
“Have sex?”
“Well…”
---
“Was she any good?” Draco just looked at him for a moment, and Blaise shook his head. “Ah, yes. The humming. I should have figured.” He laughed. “Do you still remember her name?”
Draco’s expression was suddenly blank. His poker face. This was a poor time to use it, the idiot. Blaise’s eyes narrowed. “You knew her?”
Draco just sighed and nodded.
“What’s her name, Draco?”
---
“Are you at least going to tell me his name?”
Hermione bit her lip. “Only if I absolutely have to.”
Ginny’s grin widened. She had a feeling this was going to be good. “Then I do know him! Who was it?”
---
In two different parts of England, a blond man and a bushy-haired brunette woman winced simultaneously.
“Hermione Granger,” the man said.
“Draco Malfoy,” the woman said.
In two different parts of England, two mouths fell open simultaneously, followed closely by, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”