harry potter drabble: "it's the magic (of christmas)"
because i'm in the mood, some christmasy fluff for all h/hr shippers =D
also, here's the pic that ispired it all, i did it myself:
hp - it's the magic by ~Ayumi-NB on deviantART
Title: "it’s the magic (of Christmas)"
Beta: no one
Rating: G/PG
Words: 336
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Theme/Prompt: none
Warnings/AN: fluffy fluff, post-ootp 7th year au.
Summary: In which Harry makes the first move.
Disclaimer: the usuaaal...
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He smiled slightly while listening to her chatter nonstop, suddenly feeling very lucky to have her as his best friend.
Hermione kept talking animatedly, gesturing with her hands to give her words more emphasis, while holding tight onto her Christmas list with one of them. She was telling him excitedly how much she was looking forward to this Christmas y how much she wished that, at least this one time, nothing were to happen and how nervous she felt not knowing if he would like his present this year.
On a whim, one that he could not control (it was getting harder and harder to control himself around her), Harry moved behind her and embraced her, snaking one arm over hers and circling her waist. Abruptly, Hermione stopped walking, standing frozen on the snowy road, her words dying in a whisper. He stopped walking when she did (for obvious reasons) and waited anxiously for some kind of reaction from her part.
Hermione turned to look at him over her shoulder, the blush spreading over her cheeks had nothing to do with the cold weather now, and if the warmth of his own face was any indication, Harry knew he was no better than she was.
Taking a deep breath and pushing all his anxiousness and uncertainty aside, Harry smiled at her. “I’m sure your present is perfect, Hermione, they always are.”
But now he wasn’t sure if he talked only about her presents or… or about something else. It didn’t matter though, because Hermione smiled back at him, leaving his heart somersaulting inside his chest, and turned to focus on her list again, resuming their stroll towards Hogsmeade. She didn’t try to break free of his embrace and, Harry noted amusedly, their steps were perfectly in synch.
After a few more minutes, Hermione started talking about what she had planned for this Hogsmeade visit. Again, he felt incredibly lucky to have her as his best friend and… maybe, if she wanted it too, as something more.
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the end. feedback is always welcomed =)
also, here's the pic that ispired it all, i did it myself:
hp - it's the magic by ~Ayumi-NB on deviantART
Title: "it’s the magic (of Christmas)"
Beta: no one
Rating: G/PG
Words: 336
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Theme/Prompt: none
Warnings/AN: fluffy fluff, post-ootp 7th year au.
Summary: In which Harry makes the first move.
Disclaimer: the usuaaal...
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He smiled slightly while listening to her chatter nonstop, suddenly feeling very lucky to have her as his best friend.
Hermione kept talking animatedly, gesturing with her hands to give her words more emphasis, while holding tight onto her Christmas list with one of them. She was telling him excitedly how much she was looking forward to this Christmas y how much she wished that, at least this one time, nothing were to happen and how nervous she felt not knowing if he would like his present this year.
On a whim, one that he could not control (it was getting harder and harder to control himself around her), Harry moved behind her and embraced her, snaking one arm over hers and circling her waist. Abruptly, Hermione stopped walking, standing frozen on the snowy road, her words dying in a whisper. He stopped walking when she did (for obvious reasons) and waited anxiously for some kind of reaction from her part.
Hermione turned to look at him over her shoulder, the blush spreading over her cheeks had nothing to do with the cold weather now, and if the warmth of his own face was any indication, Harry knew he was no better than she was.
Taking a deep breath and pushing all his anxiousness and uncertainty aside, Harry smiled at her. “I’m sure your present is perfect, Hermione, they always are.”
But now he wasn’t sure if he talked only about her presents or… or about something else. It didn’t matter though, because Hermione smiled back at him, leaving his heart somersaulting inside his chest, and turned to focus on her list again, resuming their stroll towards Hogsmeade. She didn’t try to break free of his embrace and, Harry noted amusedly, their steps were perfectly in synch.
After a few more minutes, Hermione started talking about what she had planned for this Hogsmeade visit. Again, he felt incredibly lucky to have her as his best friend and… maybe, if she wanted it too, as something more.
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the end. feedback is always welcomed =)