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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-05-30 08:48 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-05-30 08:48 pm
The Appliance Rebellion (Draco/Hermione/Blaise, G)
Title: The Appliance Rebellion
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: G
Pairing: Draco/Hermione/Blaise
Word Count: 499
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: Crack.
Summary: Draco and Blaise try to prepare dinner for Hermione's parents, and the appliances aren't cooperating.
Author’s Notes: Written for May Prompt 3 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ, where the drabbles were to focus on Hermione introducing Draco and Blaise to her parents and include a toaster.
If Draco Malfoy had a Time Turner in that moment, there were two things he would do. First, he would smack his past self for ever volunteering himself and Blaise to make dinner for Hermione’s parents. Then, more importantly, he would strangle Blaise’s past self for suggesting they get the magical appliances for their flat.
However, as it was, he was stuck in this unchangeable reality where he and Blaise had only about half an hour left, if that, to make something edible to serve. Gritting his teeth, he took another tentative step toward the toaster. Once again, it seemed to sense his approach and hopped almost another metre away, swinging the spatula it had grabbed from the utensil jar menacingly in front of it. He made a short mental note to ask Hermione if she knew that it could sprout arms.
“NO! Leave me be,” it screamed at him. “I know you’re making pasta! There’s no reason to inflict your torturous lack of skills upon me tonight.”
He let out an annoyed growl. “I just want to make some croutons!” With a sigh, Draco turned to Blaise. “You want a try?”
The toaster let out a petrified squeal. “NO, not HIM. He’s the one that managed to set the refrigerator on fire.”
“It was just a small one,” Draco heard Blaise grumble.
Draco took another step forward. “Fine, then let me make my damn croutons.”
“I REFUSE,” it cried, hopping backwards again until it hit the far wall. Draco smirked. He had it cornered. Suddenly, it let out a loud yell that sounded more like a war cry than he wanted to admit. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
The toaster, still wielding its spatula, hopped right over the edge of the counter, landed with a ‘clang’ on the kitchen floor, and proceeded to make a hopping run for the open door into the living room.
Draco pulled out his wand and ran after it, jumping ahead to block the path out, then followed it as it hopped in circles around the room, evading the blasts from his wand that were leaving scorch marks in his wake.
It had almost reached the door again and Draco was preparing to send another hex at it when he saw hands reach down and pick it up. He froze and slowly looked up as he heard the toaster let out an enthusiastic “MY HEROINE! YOU’VE SAVED ME!”
In the doorway to the kitchen stood his girlfriend and, behind her, her wide-eyed parents.
“Mum, Dad,” Hermione said with an amused grin on her lips, “this is Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. The loves of my life.” She turned to face them. “They’ve been slaving in here all day to make you a nice meal.”
Blaise stepped forward. “It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. The pasta’s almost done, and we have some salads to start with, if you’d like.”
Mrs. Granger smiled kindly at the both of them and nodded. “Will there be croutons?”
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: G
Pairing: Draco/Hermione/Blaise
Word Count: 499
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: Crack.
Summary: Draco and Blaise try to prepare dinner for Hermione's parents, and the appliances aren't cooperating.
Author’s Notes: Written for May Prompt 3 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ, where the drabbles were to focus on Hermione introducing Draco and Blaise to her parents and include a toaster.
If Draco Malfoy had a Time Turner in that moment, there were two things he would do. First, he would smack his past self for ever volunteering himself and Blaise to make dinner for Hermione’s parents. Then, more importantly, he would strangle Blaise’s past self for suggesting they get the magical appliances for their flat.
However, as it was, he was stuck in this unchangeable reality where he and Blaise had only about half an hour left, if that, to make something edible to serve. Gritting his teeth, he took another tentative step toward the toaster. Once again, it seemed to sense his approach and hopped almost another metre away, swinging the spatula it had grabbed from the utensil jar menacingly in front of it. He made a short mental note to ask Hermione if she knew that it could sprout arms.
“NO! Leave me be,” it screamed at him. “I know you’re making pasta! There’s no reason to inflict your torturous lack of skills upon me tonight.”
He let out an annoyed growl. “I just want to make some croutons!” With a sigh, Draco turned to Blaise. “You want a try?”
The toaster let out a petrified squeal. “NO, not HIM. He’s the one that managed to set the refrigerator on fire.”
“It was just a small one,” Draco heard Blaise grumble.
Draco took another step forward. “Fine, then let me make my damn croutons.”
“I REFUSE,” it cried, hopping backwards again until it hit the far wall. Draco smirked. He had it cornered. Suddenly, it let out a loud yell that sounded more like a war cry than he wanted to admit. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
The toaster, still wielding its spatula, hopped right over the edge of the counter, landed with a ‘clang’ on the kitchen floor, and proceeded to make a hopping run for the open door into the living room.
Draco pulled out his wand and ran after it, jumping ahead to block the path out, then followed it as it hopped in circles around the room, evading the blasts from his wand that were leaving scorch marks in his wake.
It had almost reached the door again and Draco was preparing to send another hex at it when he saw hands reach down and pick it up. He froze and slowly looked up as he heard the toaster let out an enthusiastic “MY HEROINE! YOU’VE SAVED ME!”
In the doorway to the kitchen stood his girlfriend and, behind her, her wide-eyed parents.
“Mum, Dad,” Hermione said with an amused grin on her lips, “this is Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. The loves of my life.” She turned to face them. “They’ve been slaving in here all day to make you a nice meal.”
Blaise stepped forward. “It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. The pasta’s almost done, and we have some salads to start with, if you’d like.”
Mrs. Granger smiled kindly at the both of them and nodded. “Will there be croutons?”