Ficlet: If the Shoe Fits (Dramione PG)
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dramione_ldws from a week ago, round 10. The challenge was to use ruby slippers and have a word count of exactly 175.
Title: If the Shoe Fits
Author: bookishwench
Rating: PG
Warnings: nothing
Word Count: 175
If the Shoe Fits
“They came from the Sorting Hat,” Hermione explained.
Draco poked the ruby slippers with his finger. His wife brought home the oddest things from the Department of Mysteries.
“They’re tacky,” he said bluntly.
“I think they’re nice.”
“Doesn’t the hat only spew stuff from the founders?” Draco asked.
“Yes,” Hermione admitted.
“So shouldn’t these have sapphires or citrines?” he asked.
“Read what’s on the soles,” Hermione said, blushing.
“’Property of Godric Gryffindor?’” he said, gaping. “He was a drag queen?!”
“Don’t be intolerant,” Hermione said, then bit her lip nervously.
“Out with it,” he said.
“You’re the only one in the Ministry with the right size foot to find out what they do,” she said quickly.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Draco yelled.
“Please?” Hermione asked meekly, eyes pleading.
Draco sighed, slipping his feet into the shoes. His only consolation was if Weasley or Potter heard about this, he could shut their gobs with a few interesting facts about their dear house founder.
Besides, he thought as the shoes glittered, they were really rather fetching.
dramione_ldws from a week ago, round 10. The challenge was to use ruby slippers and have a word count of exactly 175.Title: If the Shoe Fits
Author: bookishwench
Rating: PG
Warnings: nothing
Word Count: 175
“They came from the Sorting Hat,” Hermione explained.
Draco poked the ruby slippers with his finger. His wife brought home the oddest things from the Department of Mysteries.
“They’re tacky,” he said bluntly.
“I think they’re nice.”
“Doesn’t the hat only spew stuff from the founders?” Draco asked.
“Yes,” Hermione admitted.
“So shouldn’t these have sapphires or citrines?” he asked.
“Read what’s on the soles,” Hermione said, blushing.
“’Property of Godric Gryffindor?’” he said, gaping. “He was a drag queen?!”
“Don’t be intolerant,” Hermione said, then bit her lip nervously.
“Out with it,” he said.
“You’re the only one in the Ministry with the right size foot to find out what they do,” she said quickly.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Draco yelled.
“Please?” Hermione asked meekly, eyes pleading.
Draco sighed, slipping his feet into the shoes. His only consolation was if Weasley or Potter heard about this, he could shut their gobs with a few interesting facts about their dear house founder.
Besides, he thought as the shoes glittered, they were really rather fetching.
