Christmas Challenge 2007 Fics (6/12)
Title: Noises in the Night
Author: artsy_aura
Rating: K
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 378
Disclaimer: As always, I am not JKR and don't make any money for playing with her creations.
Notes: Nothing I've written so far has been officially beta'd.
Originally posted in December 2007 at dramionedrabble for the Twelve Days of Christmas challenge; day 6 prompt: Blizzard
“Hermione, love, what are you doing?” called out a sleep-roughened voice at three in the morning.
She spun around with her wand still in her hand, and looked embarrassedly at the form of her husband who was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he entered the kitchen. “Nothing much Draco. What are you doing up, I didn't wake you did I?”
Before he could answer, there was a great rattling sound from behind her that drew both of their attentions. Laid out on the counter top were containers of all shapes and sizes, holding all manner of sweets and snack-foods from the wizarding and muggle worlds alike. It looked like Honeydukes and a muggle sweet-shop had exploded together, only on a much smaller scale. There were also small bowls of fruit, and bottles and jars of things like strawberry syrup, butterscotch sauce and hot fudge. In the rubbish bin by the counter were what suspiciously looked like empty cartons of all the ice cream they'd had in the house. The noises, however, were coming from two huge ceramic bowls that were magically mixing their contents at a very fast pace.
“What are you doing with all of this?” Draco asked as he approached wearing a look that bordered on horrified awe.
Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair. “I got this craving...” Her husband raised an eyebrow with a look directed at her flat tummy, to which she merely rolled her eyes. “It's an ice cream dessert I had once in a muggle fast-food restaurant called Dairy Queen. It's called a Blizzard, basically a soft ice cream mixed with small pieces of a person's snacks of choice. We had all the ingredients,” she said with a thoroughly unnecessary gesture to the junk-food laden work surface, “and magic to do the work of the machines, so I thought I might as well make it myself rather then waiting for the stores to open.”
Draco chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his wife from behind and looked over the top of her head into the bowls that were still mixing themselves on the counter-top. “So, there will be enough here for me to have some as well, I hope.”
~end
Author: artsy_aura
Rating: K
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 378
Disclaimer: As always, I am not JKR and don't make any money for playing with her creations.
Notes: Nothing I've written so far has been officially beta'd.
Originally posted in December 2007 at dramionedrabble for the Twelve Days of Christmas challenge; day 6 prompt: Blizzard
“Hermione, love, what are you doing?” called out a sleep-roughened voice at three in the morning.
She spun around with her wand still in her hand, and looked embarrassedly at the form of her husband who was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he entered the kitchen. “Nothing much Draco. What are you doing up, I didn't wake you did I?”
Before he could answer, there was a great rattling sound from behind her that drew both of their attentions. Laid out on the counter top were containers of all shapes and sizes, holding all manner of sweets and snack-foods from the wizarding and muggle worlds alike. It looked like Honeydukes and a muggle sweet-shop had exploded together, only on a much smaller scale. There were also small bowls of fruit, and bottles and jars of things like strawberry syrup, butterscotch sauce and hot fudge. In the rubbish bin by the counter were what suspiciously looked like empty cartons of all the ice cream they'd had in the house. The noises, however, were coming from two huge ceramic bowls that were magically mixing their contents at a very fast pace.
“What are you doing with all of this?” Draco asked as he approached wearing a look that bordered on horrified awe.
Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair. “I got this craving...” Her husband raised an eyebrow with a look directed at her flat tummy, to which she merely rolled her eyes. “It's an ice cream dessert I had once in a muggle fast-food restaurant called Dairy Queen. It's called a Blizzard, basically a soft ice cream mixed with small pieces of a person's snacks of choice. We had all the ingredients,” she said with a thoroughly unnecessary gesture to the junk-food laden work surface, “and magic to do the work of the machines, so I thought I might as well make it myself rather then waiting for the stores to open.”
Draco chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his wife from behind and looked over the top of her head into the bowls that were still mixing themselves on the counter-top. “So, there will be enough here for me to have some as well, I hope.”
~end