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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-02-20 05:32 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-02-20 05:32 pm
Nightly Ritual (Draco/Hermione, PG-13)
Title: Nightly Ritual
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ron
Word Count: 315
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: Check out the pairings.
Summary: I get that you’re dating the ferret now, but why does he have to show up for dinner every sodding night?
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 6, Challenge 1 at the Draco/Hermione LDWS competition on LJ (no, I really don't know when to stop).
Ron pulled the door open with a sigh, not acknowledging the person smirking at him from across the threshold, and turned to walk back into the kitchen. “Hermione,” he called, “I get that you’re dating the ferret now, but why does he have to show up for dinner every sodding night?”
In the kitchen, Hermione was sitting at the table and pouring over some book or other, and Harry was busy at the stove, shaking his head. “Perhaps for the same reason you ask me the same question every sodding night, Ron,” she said without looking up, and Draco grinned at him before kissing Hermione’s cheek and grabbing an apple from the bowl that acted as the centerpiece.
“I just can’t resist,” he said, tossing it in the air and catching it. “Potter is a damn good cook, after all.” Ron saw Hermione smile into her reading and frowned.
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy,” Harry said over his shoulder. “Ron’s just upset when he doesn’t get his fourth helping.”
“Shut it, Harry,” Ron said with a scowl. “I honestly don’t care if Malfoy’s here as long as he clears out after pudding.”
Draco laughed. “What’s wrong? Worried that I’ll be getting all hot and sweaty with you just down the hall? Or is it poor Hermione’s honor you’re protecting?”
Ron grimaced. “Can we not have the ‘hot and sweaty’ imagery there, Malfoy? I’m about to eat.”
Draco shook his head. “I don’t see why you’re being such a prude, Weasley. At least we weren’t the ones who forgot the silencing charm last night.”
Ron’s eyes widened and Harry turned on the spot. Hermione’s snort of laughter was all the confirmation they needed, and they both blushed a deep red. Draco smirked into the silence of their embarrassment and took a large bite of the apple.
“So,” he said after he’d swallowed, “what are we having?”
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ron
Word Count: 315
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: Check out the pairings.
Summary: I get that you’re dating the ferret now, but why does he have to show up for dinner every sodding night?
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 6, Challenge 1 at the Draco/Hermione LDWS competition on LJ (no, I really don't know when to stop).
Ron pulled the door open with a sigh, not acknowledging the person smirking at him from across the threshold, and turned to walk back into the kitchen. “Hermione,” he called, “I get that you’re dating the ferret now, but why does he have to show up for dinner every sodding night?”
In the kitchen, Hermione was sitting at the table and pouring over some book or other, and Harry was busy at the stove, shaking his head. “Perhaps for the same reason you ask me the same question every sodding night, Ron,” she said without looking up, and Draco grinned at him before kissing Hermione’s cheek and grabbing an apple from the bowl that acted as the centerpiece.
“I just can’t resist,” he said, tossing it in the air and catching it. “Potter is a damn good cook, after all.” Ron saw Hermione smile into her reading and frowned.
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy,” Harry said over his shoulder. “Ron’s just upset when he doesn’t get his fourth helping.”
“Shut it, Harry,” Ron said with a scowl. “I honestly don’t care if Malfoy’s here as long as he clears out after pudding.”
Draco laughed. “What’s wrong? Worried that I’ll be getting all hot and sweaty with you just down the hall? Or is it poor Hermione’s honor you’re protecting?”
Ron grimaced. “Can we not have the ‘hot and sweaty’ imagery there, Malfoy? I’m about to eat.”
Draco shook his head. “I don’t see why you’re being such a prude, Weasley. At least we weren’t the ones who forgot the silencing charm last night.”
Ron’s eyes widened and Harry turned on the spot. Hermione’s snort of laughter was all the confirmation they needed, and they both blushed a deep red. Draco smirked into the silence of their embarrassment and took a large bite of the apple.
“So,” he said after he’d swallowed, “what are we having?”