Christmas Challenge 2007 Fics (11/12)
Title: Crash Course
Author: artsy_aura
Rating: K
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 329
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 11 prompt: Tree
With a loud crash, followed by a thud, which was accompanied by a short scream and cries of “Ouch!”, Hermione became acquainted (yet again) with a tree and some of the less frequented parts of Hogwarts' grounds.
A figure landed lightly behind her carrying both his own broom, and her broom which he had retrieved from where it had been lodged in the higher branches of the tree. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice tinged with equal parts concern and amusement.
“Don't you laugh at me Draco Malfoy,” she responded with a groan, “it was your idea to teach me how to fly, and you promised that I wouldn't get hurt.” she said petulantly.
“Ah, but it was you who wanted to start right away on your own broom. Maybe now you'll let me teach you the way I had originally planned?”
After stumbling to her feet, Hermione looked warily at Draco standing there nonchalantly holding his own Nimbus 2001 as the instrument of her pain for the afternoon laid innocently at his feet. “Alright, but if I fall one more time, I'm not touching a broom again unless it's to clean a floor!”
With a smirk he mounted his broom and scooted to the back to make room for his soon-to-be passenger. “You know I could never turn down a challenge, Hermione.” he said, holding one hand out to her. She grudgingly complied, straddling the broom in front of him and grabbing the handle with a white-knuckled grip. He chuckled lightly before pulling her back tightly against him. “Ease up on that grip. I'll be in charge of flying this time around. You just need to sit back, relax, and get a feel for it right now” he murmured into her ear, taking a whiff of her citrus-y scented hair as he did so. She shuddered slightly in his arms, and then he kicked off gently and took them both into the air.
~end
Author: artsy_aura
Rating: K
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 329
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 11 prompt: Tree
With a loud crash, followed by a thud, which was accompanied by a short scream and cries of “Ouch!”, Hermione became acquainted (yet again) with a tree and some of the less frequented parts of Hogwarts' grounds.
A figure landed lightly behind her carrying both his own broom, and her broom which he had retrieved from where it had been lodged in the higher branches of the tree. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice tinged with equal parts concern and amusement.
“Don't you laugh at me Draco Malfoy,” she responded with a groan, “it was your idea to teach me how to fly, and you promised that I wouldn't get hurt.” she said petulantly.
“Ah, but it was you who wanted to start right away on your own broom. Maybe now you'll let me teach you the way I had originally planned?”
After stumbling to her feet, Hermione looked warily at Draco standing there nonchalantly holding his own Nimbus 2001 as the instrument of her pain for the afternoon laid innocently at his feet. “Alright, but if I fall one more time, I'm not touching a broom again unless it's to clean a floor!”
With a smirk he mounted his broom and scooted to the back to make room for his soon-to-be passenger. “You know I could never turn down a challenge, Hermione.” he said, holding one hand out to her. She grudgingly complied, straddling the broom in front of him and grabbing the handle with a white-knuckled grip. He chuckled lightly before pulling her back tightly against him. “Ease up on that grip. I'll be in charge of flying this time around. You just need to sit back, relax, and get a feel for it right now” he murmured into her ear, taking a whiff of her citrus-y scented hair as he did so. She shuddered slightly in his arms, and then he kicked off gently and took them both into the air.
~end