Fic: A-Tisket, A-Tasket (dramione repost
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From Round 8, Challenge 1. This needed to use the words adore and need, be set post-Hogwarts, and be between 100 to 499 words (this is 498). Originally written in April 2011.
A-Tisket, A-Tasket
The spring morning sunlight was slanting through the great mullioned windows of Malfoy Manor, but there was a decided lack of the cheerless sophistication that had been its hallmark for generations. Instead, the newest master of the old and noble name was sitting on the floor of what was usually his study, but this morning it was filled with a veritable forest of daffodils, lilies, hyacinths, and tulips in a rainbow of colors. They made the whole room look like a wonderland, but the battle currently taking place amidst their merrily nodding heads was decidedly less peaceful.
“If you come one inch closer, I’ll hit you with a hex so heinous it’ll make the Carrows look humane,” Hermione said, clutching her Easter basket closer.
“There is no possible way you can eat all of those chocolate rabbits and not get sick,” Draco said, trying to reason with her even as he continued to creep closer. “I’ll just have one or two.”
“No. Eat your own treats from the basket I got you,” she said, practically growling.
“My basket is filled with Toothflossing Stringmints, a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and four carrots,” he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
“There was a chocolate egg in there!” Hermione said defensively. “Look under the grass.”
“I ate that two hours ago,” Draco moaned. “It took exactly one bite.”
“Well, you were the one who said we should focus on not overdoing things this Easter,” Hermione said, not relinquishing her grasp on her own basket one bit. “I simply took you at your word.”
“I meant that we shouldn’t invite over Ron and Lavender’s brood of… how many is it now?” Draco asked.
“Seven at last count,” Hermione replied primly.
“Yeah, but that was at Christmas. By now it might be up to a round dozen. You know, like eggs usually come in. Not unlike Easter eggs. Particularly chocolate ones like those sitting right there,” Draco said, pointing towards her pile, his fingertip dangerously close to snatching distance.
“Hands off!” she said, swatting him away. “You know how much I adore these things!”
“Come on, luv, just let me have a couple of the smaller ones?” he pleaded, practically fluttering his eyelashes at her.
“I don’t know,” Hermione said, considering him carefully. “I’d have to clear it with the Easter Bunny. Just how good of a boy have you been this year?”
“Not at all. I’m naughty right to the core,” Draco said, smiling. “Ask anyone.”
“Really?” she said, moving the basket to one side. “I think I may need proof of that statement before I make my decision. Do you think you can manage that?”
A highly memorable hour later, Draco reached over into her basket and unwrapped three foil eggs, popping all of them in his mouth at once and chewing contentedly.
“Convinced?” he said, letting the sweet taste of victory steal over his tongue.
“I suppose so,” Hermione said, laughing. “I may adore chocolate, but I need you.”
dramione_ldws. Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended and no money is made from this work of fanfiction.
From Round 8, Challenge 1. This needed to use the words adore and need, be set post-Hogwarts, and be between 100 to 499 words (this is 498). Originally written in April 2011.
The spring morning sunlight was slanting through the great mullioned windows of Malfoy Manor, but there was a decided lack of the cheerless sophistication that had been its hallmark for generations. Instead, the newest master of the old and noble name was sitting on the floor of what was usually his study, but this morning it was filled with a veritable forest of daffodils, lilies, hyacinths, and tulips in a rainbow of colors. They made the whole room look like a wonderland, but the battle currently taking place amidst their merrily nodding heads was decidedly less peaceful.
“If you come one inch closer, I’ll hit you with a hex so heinous it’ll make the Carrows look humane,” Hermione said, clutching her Easter basket closer.
“There is no possible way you can eat all of those chocolate rabbits and not get sick,” Draco said, trying to reason with her even as he continued to creep closer. “I’ll just have one or two.”
“No. Eat your own treats from the basket I got you,” she said, practically growling.
“My basket is filled with Toothflossing Stringmints, a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and four carrots,” he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
“There was a chocolate egg in there!” Hermione said defensively. “Look under the grass.”
“I ate that two hours ago,” Draco moaned. “It took exactly one bite.”
“Well, you were the one who said we should focus on not overdoing things this Easter,” Hermione said, not relinquishing her grasp on her own basket one bit. “I simply took you at your word.”
“I meant that we shouldn’t invite over Ron and Lavender’s brood of… how many is it now?” Draco asked.
“Seven at last count,” Hermione replied primly.
“Yeah, but that was at Christmas. By now it might be up to a round dozen. You know, like eggs usually come in. Not unlike Easter eggs. Particularly chocolate ones like those sitting right there,” Draco said, pointing towards her pile, his fingertip dangerously close to snatching distance.
“Hands off!” she said, swatting him away. “You know how much I adore these things!”
“Come on, luv, just let me have a couple of the smaller ones?” he pleaded, practically fluttering his eyelashes at her.
“I don’t know,” Hermione said, considering him carefully. “I’d have to clear it with the Easter Bunny. Just how good of a boy have you been this year?”
“Not at all. I’m naughty right to the core,” Draco said, smiling. “Ask anyone.”
“Really?” she said, moving the basket to one side. “I think I may need proof of that statement before I make my decision. Do you think you can manage that?”
A highly memorable hour later, Draco reached over into her basket and unwrapped three foil eggs, popping all of them in his mouth at once and chewing contentedly.
“Convinced?” he said, letting the sweet taste of victory steal over his tongue.
“I suppose so,” Hermione said, laughing. “I may adore chocolate, but I need you.”
