Ficcage:: Awkward
Title: Awkward
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione/Lucius, Draco
Prompt: 078. Where? @ fanfic100
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: It's awkward to watch her husband's son leave each time.
Author's Notes: The pairing itself is warning enough.
Awkward
Just a Penniless Writer
Standard Disclaimer Applies
Hermione finds it still awkward, even after half a decade, to wake up to her son-in-law knocking on her bedroom door. She always wonders briefly if all stepmothers feel this way, until logic reasserts itself and reminds her quite rigidly that most stepmothers are more than six months older than their husbands' children.
Of course, she had tried for a good year to wake the boy's father into answering the persistent knock only to finally accept that Lucius would only and ever wake up when he decided to. One too many elbows to the nose forced the point until she finally stopped trying. Still, even given the necessity, it is always awkward.
"I'm leaving," he says flatly. A quick glance shows her son-in-law in his best traveling cloak with luggage patiently floating in the hall behind him.
"I can see that," she responds in kind.
"Is he awake?" The plea in his tone is unmistakable, as is the knowledge that he is still such a boy, even after all this time.
"No."
"He would be if Mother was here," he sneers.
She remains quiet, letting the fact that his mother rarely if ever used the same bedroom as his father unsaid. They both know it already.
"Where are you going this time, Draco?" she finally asks with resignation.
"Away from here."
"I believe that part is obvious."
"I'm not telling you. I want to be alone."
"You said that last time."
"This time I mean it."
She regards him quietly, picking up the angry, panicked flush high on his cheekbones. He is twenty-eight, same as she, and still so young.
"Very well. Owl us if you need anything."
"I don't need anything from you."
"All the same, your father will want to know."
"I don't care."
She sighs and rubs her tired eyes. She is tired of this conversation, tired of his immaturity, and tired of him.
"Of course, because marrying a Mudblood instantly makes him unworthy of the complete and utter devotion you bestowed upon him for your first twenty years."
"He doesn't care either way."
"Of course not. He spoiled you rotten only to forget the instant a new wife entered the picture. Honestly, Draco, do you think so little of him? He thinks so much of you."
"You know nothing."
"Nothing? Yes, because it completely escapes my notice how much he worries constantly every time you throw a tantrum and run off into the wild."
"Shut up, Mudblood."
"Grow up, ferret."
They stare angrily at each other, letting over a decade of dislike settle into their expressions. Still, her eyes are tinged with pity, and it is this that causes him to look away first.
"Tell him I'll be back before his birthday," he states finally.
"I will. Take care of yourself, Draco."
He nods before turning and striding away from her door and towards the main entrance to the manor. She watches him leave before closing the door and returning to her warm husband and warm bed.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione/Lucius, Draco
Prompt: 078. Where? @ fanfic100
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: It's awkward to watch her husband's son leave each time.
Author's Notes: The pairing itself is warning enough.
Awkward
Just a Penniless Writer
Standard Disclaimer Applies
Hermione finds it still awkward, even after half a decade, to wake up to her son-in-law knocking on her bedroom door. She always wonders briefly if all stepmothers feel this way, until logic reasserts itself and reminds her quite rigidly that most stepmothers are more than six months older than their husbands' children.
Of course, she had tried for a good year to wake the boy's father into answering the persistent knock only to finally accept that Lucius would only and ever wake up when he decided to. One too many elbows to the nose forced the point until she finally stopped trying. Still, even given the necessity, it is always awkward.
"I'm leaving," he says flatly. A quick glance shows her son-in-law in his best traveling cloak with luggage patiently floating in the hall behind him.
"I can see that," she responds in kind.
"Is he awake?" The plea in his tone is unmistakable, as is the knowledge that he is still such a boy, even after all this time.
"No."
"He would be if Mother was here," he sneers.
She remains quiet, letting the fact that his mother rarely if ever used the same bedroom as his father unsaid. They both know it already.
"Where are you going this time, Draco?" she finally asks with resignation.
"Away from here."
"I believe that part is obvious."
"I'm not telling you. I want to be alone."
"You said that last time."
"This time I mean it."
She regards him quietly, picking up the angry, panicked flush high on his cheekbones. He is twenty-eight, same as she, and still so young.
"Very well. Owl us if you need anything."
"I don't need anything from you."
"All the same, your father will want to know."
"I don't care."
She sighs and rubs her tired eyes. She is tired of this conversation, tired of his immaturity, and tired of him.
"Of course, because marrying a Mudblood instantly makes him unworthy of the complete and utter devotion you bestowed upon him for your first twenty years."
"He doesn't care either way."
"Of course not. He spoiled you rotten only to forget the instant a new wife entered the picture. Honestly, Draco, do you think so little of him? He thinks so much of you."
"You know nothing."
"Nothing? Yes, because it completely escapes my notice how much he worries constantly every time you throw a tantrum and run off into the wild."
"Shut up, Mudblood."
"Grow up, ferret."
They stare angrily at each other, letting over a decade of dislike settle into their expressions. Still, her eyes are tinged with pity, and it is this that causes him to look away first.
"Tell him I'll be back before his birthday," he states finally.
"I will. Take care of yourself, Draco."
He nods before turning and striding away from her door and towards the main entrance to the manor. She watches him leave before closing the door and returning to her warm husband and warm bed.
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