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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-02-27 11:01 am
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2010-02-27 11:01 am
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Feeding the Swiss Army (Draco/Hermione, G)
Title: Feeding the Swiss Army
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: G
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 448
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: None.
Summary:
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 6, Challenge 2 at the Draco/Hermione LDWS Competition on LJ.
Draco woke first, and a relieved smile graced his lips as he found that the woman who had fallen asleep with her head on his chest was still there, her arm thrown across his stomach and her soft breath tickling his skin. He’d finally convinced her to stay the night before, but he hadn’t managed to convince himself that she wouldn’t wake up early and sneak out.
Carefully, he slid himself out from under her and padded across the room, coaxing the door quietly open. Downstairs, he summoned Jilly, his favorite house elf from home, and handed her a list of things he wanted prepared for breakfast, as he wanted it to be perfect. She looked at him strangely, but nodded, disappearing with a snap.
Outside in the garden, he gathered the most beautiful flowers he could find and arranged them in a long crystal vase that he’d borrowed from his unknowing mother. He placed them in the center of the long dining table, moving them a couple of times as more food appeared, eventually placing them between the pitchers of orange and pumpkin juice and stepping away.
By the time it was finished, the table was absolutely covered with food. Among the many dishes, there were six different types of eggs, four meats, and two heaping plates of toast with preserves assembled to the side.
He heard a gasp and turned to find Hermione staring at all of it with a slightly open mouth. He smiled. “Good morning.”
Her wide eyes switched to look at him and she shook her head, laughter bubbling through her lips.
“What?” he asked, examining his spread again before turning questioning eyes back on her.
“Who else is coming for breakfast, Draco?” she asked, laughter making her words and her entire body shake. “Switzerland?”
He grinned. “Only the army.”
She laughed loudly now, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist. She kissed his cheek, shaking her head again. “You really didn’t have to do all of this.”
He held her close to him and shrugged. “I wanted it to be perfect. So you’d want to do this again.”
She smiled fondly at him and kissed his cheek again before pulling away to examine the table more closely, walking around to the opposite side. “Perfect, hmm? Well, you certainly came close,” she said with a playful smirk.
He raised an eyebrow. “Close?”
“Yep,” she said and nodded solemnly. “You forgot the coffee.”
He barely had time to scrunch his nose in distaste before a piece of toast hit him square on the side the head and he took off around the table after her, her laughter filling the room once more.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: G
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 448
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: None.
Summary:
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 6, Challenge 2 at the Draco/Hermione LDWS Competition on LJ.
Draco woke first, and a relieved smile graced his lips as he found that the woman who had fallen asleep with her head on his chest was still there, her arm thrown across his stomach and her soft breath tickling his skin. He’d finally convinced her to stay the night before, but he hadn’t managed to convince himself that she wouldn’t wake up early and sneak out.
Carefully, he slid himself out from under her and padded across the room, coaxing the door quietly open. Downstairs, he summoned Jilly, his favorite house elf from home, and handed her a list of things he wanted prepared for breakfast, as he wanted it to be perfect. She looked at him strangely, but nodded, disappearing with a snap.
Outside in the garden, he gathered the most beautiful flowers he could find and arranged them in a long crystal vase that he’d borrowed from his unknowing mother. He placed them in the center of the long dining table, moving them a couple of times as more food appeared, eventually placing them between the pitchers of orange and pumpkin juice and stepping away.
By the time it was finished, the table was absolutely covered with food. Among the many dishes, there were six different types of eggs, four meats, and two heaping plates of toast with preserves assembled to the side.
He heard a gasp and turned to find Hermione staring at all of it with a slightly open mouth. He smiled. “Good morning.”
Her wide eyes switched to look at him and she shook her head, laughter bubbling through her lips.
“What?” he asked, examining his spread again before turning questioning eyes back on her.
“Who else is coming for breakfast, Draco?” she asked, laughter making her words and her entire body shake. “Switzerland?”
He grinned. “Only the army.”
She laughed loudly now, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist. She kissed his cheek, shaking her head again. “You really didn’t have to do all of this.”
He held her close to him and shrugged. “I wanted it to be perfect. So you’d want to do this again.”
She smiled fondly at him and kissed his cheek again before pulling away to examine the table more closely, walking around to the opposite side. “Perfect, hmm? Well, you certainly came close,” she said with a playful smirk.
He raised an eyebrow. “Close?”
“Yep,” she said and nodded solemnly. “You forgot the coffee.”
He barely had time to scrunch his nose in distaste before a piece of toast hit him square on the side the head and he took off around the table after her, her laughter filling the room once more.