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Title: Aftermath
Word Count: 634
Theme: #28 Wada Calcium CD3
Warnings: o.o
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Sometimes, she tries to remember what it's like to just be a kid, merely because she hadn't been one in too long. She was only nineteen, and she had already survived through a war which had affected two different worlds, and held an enviable position as one of the most recognized political figures in both the magical and non magical worlds.
A year had passed since the demise of Voldemort, and three since the Unveiling of the magical world. Sometimes, though she could not admit it, especially considering that she had been one of the advocates for the 'Unveiling', as it was called, she wished it had never happened. Or, and this was an even more uncharitable thought, that she could dump the whole mess the Unveiling had caused on the laps of the very men who had done so. One of the objects of her, unknown, ire walked through the door of her office then, whistling a jaunty tune, and quite obviously just in from outside.
"Hey Hermione," Ronald Weasley greeted his friend with a smirk, dropping down onto one of the visitor's chairs in her office. "Enjoying the recycled air?"
The red head barely had time to dodge her hex. Despite the number of expletives thrown at him his good mood was hardly dented. On the contrary, his amusement peaked at the almost tangible aura of frustration surrounding his friend.
"I take it today's been a good day?"
Hermione threw her hands into the air and just barely kept from screaming. "If it isn't some sort of mix-up due to Pure-Blood superiority, it's Muggle riots in the cities! And do you know who they call on to speak and make public appearances? Me! Because I'm the only one they can contact who both sides almost respect! God forbid you, or Harry, or Luna make an appearance, because you would screw it up, Luna would drive them all batty, and Harry's never around! He's always off gallivanting Merlin-know's where because some world reknown professor needs his curse breaking skills to get the 'find of the millenium', or some bloody skank gets it in her head that she's Circe, reborn! He's never around when I need him, and did you know he forgot that our anniversary was yesterday?!"
"Oh," Ron conjured himself an apple and bit into it with a satisfying crunch. Hermione glared daggers at him for daring to interrupt her with his mouth full. "That reminds me. Harry's back from Hokkai-"
Hermione disappeared with a crack and landed on top of her extremely surprised husband. Looking up her wand, Harry gulped nervously.
"Um, hi honey."
"Harold. James. Potter." She leaned in. "Give me one good reason not to hex you into oblivion for taking so long."
"Um, hehe," He held up a small shopping bag. "I managed to get Wada Calcium CD3 pills for you?"
"Victum" Harry gulped when he recognized the start of her spell; if he recalled correctly, it would make him think he was being eaten alive. Desperately, he tried to think of a way to distract her. He only had one idea, and he really hoped it would work. "Vixi Ve--mph.."
Breaking the kiss gently, Harry caught his wife's eyes, smiling gently when he caught the dazed look in her eyes.
"Let's try this again, hm?" He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss. "I know you're cramping, and I have no idea why you think these pills help you with your PMS, but hi honey, I'm back."
Hermione blinked up at him and smiled, kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth.
"Welcome home." Without further ado, she grabbed the bag from him, tore the container open, and popped a couple pills into her mouth. Some things can be almost more important than love.
Word Count: 634
Theme: #28 Wada Calcium CD3
Warnings: o.o
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Sometimes, she tries to remember what it's like to just be a kid, merely because she hadn't been one in too long. She was only nineteen, and she had already survived through a war which had affected two different worlds, and held an enviable position as one of the most recognized political figures in both the magical and non magical worlds.
A year had passed since the demise of Voldemort, and three since the Unveiling of the magical world. Sometimes, though she could not admit it, especially considering that she had been one of the advocates for the 'Unveiling', as it was called, she wished it had never happened. Or, and this was an even more uncharitable thought, that she could dump the whole mess the Unveiling had caused on the laps of the very men who had done so. One of the objects of her, unknown, ire walked through the door of her office then, whistling a jaunty tune, and quite obviously just in from outside.
"Hey Hermione," Ronald Weasley greeted his friend with a smirk, dropping down onto one of the visitor's chairs in her office. "Enjoying the recycled air?"
The red head barely had time to dodge her hex. Despite the number of expletives thrown at him his good mood was hardly dented. On the contrary, his amusement peaked at the almost tangible aura of frustration surrounding his friend.
"I take it today's been a good day?"
Hermione threw her hands into the air and just barely kept from screaming. "If it isn't some sort of mix-up due to Pure-Blood superiority, it's Muggle riots in the cities! And do you know who they call on to speak and make public appearances? Me! Because I'm the only one they can contact who both sides almost respect! God forbid you, or Harry, or Luna make an appearance, because you would screw it up, Luna would drive them all batty, and Harry's never around! He's always off gallivanting Merlin-know's where because some world reknown professor needs his curse breaking skills to get the 'find of the millenium', or some bloody skank gets it in her head that she's Circe, reborn! He's never around when I need him, and did you know he forgot that our anniversary was yesterday?!"
"Oh," Ron conjured himself an apple and bit into it with a satisfying crunch. Hermione glared daggers at him for daring to interrupt her with his mouth full. "That reminds me. Harry's back from Hokkai-"
Hermione disappeared with a crack and landed on top of her extremely surprised husband. Looking up her wand, Harry gulped nervously.
"Um, hi honey."
"Harold. James. Potter." She leaned in. "Give me one good reason not to hex you into oblivion for taking so long."
"Um, hehe," He held up a small shopping bag. "I managed to get Wada Calcium CD3 pills for you?"
"Victum" Harry gulped when he recognized the start of her spell; if he recalled correctly, it would make him think he was being eaten alive. Desperately, he tried to think of a way to distract her. He only had one idea, and he really hoped it would work. "Vixi Ve--mph.."
Breaking the kiss gently, Harry caught his wife's eyes, smiling gently when he caught the dazed look in her eyes.
"Let's try this again, hm?" He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss. "I know you're cramping, and I have no idea why you think these pills help you with your PMS, but hi honey, I'm back."
Hermione blinked up at him and smiled, kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth.
"Welcome home." Without further ado, she grabbed the bag from him, tore the container open, and popped a couple pills into her mouth. Some things can be almost more important than love.