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"Keep writing. Keep doing it and doing it. Even in the moments when it's so hurtful to think about writing."
- Heather Armstrong
At the moment writing and studying for my finals, I want nothing more than to stab a pencil or pen. But since I won't it flying into someone or the ink to splatter, I find that typing something not school related is very relaxing. Which is why, I wrote a fic (long overdue because I had so many ideas). Yay for procrastination! xD
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Title: Faster than a Speeding Bullet
Pairings: Hermione/Draco
Summary: He stopped mid-sentence as a blur of color followed by a giggle ran across the hallway in front of him.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: For papayacrazy b/c she's awesome in reminding me I actually still have an LJ xD
"Bloody, bleeding hell. Where did h-"
He stopped mid-sentence as a blur of color followed by a giggle ran across the hallway in front of him. Wasting no time, he motivated his tired legs to follow after the brat. Lectured to since the boy's birth, and before that since his daughter's birth, Hermione had alway specifically told him that giving kids more than the recommended amount of sugared food would have them 'going faster than a speeding bullet'. Hearing those words, he groaned out loud as he imagined his wife standing in front of him with that know-it-all smile. That air of mockery had the effect of making him feel unfit to be a father sometimes, let alone even think about being in the presence of a child.
"EEEEEAAYYYYAAAAHHHH!!"
The sudden scream broke him out of his thoughts and with good timing too. If he had still been in la-la land, Draco would have found himself running into one of his father's old prized vase (not that he'd care if it was broken, it was hideous after all). "Alright, come out, come out wherever you are..." Another resounding batch of giggles came from his left side and following it, he grinned rather gleefully before stalking up to the boy and snatched him into the air.
"Gotcha! Now let's get out of mummy's clothes okay?"
The boy only giggled once more as he squirmed in his father's arm. Sitting down, he held the three-year old at an awkward angle as Draco managed to successfully take off the heels. Just when hat came off he heard a cough from behind. "Mummy!" the boy squealed before squirming even harder. Flailing his arms and leg, he managed to kick Draco in the face before racing to over to Hermione.
Rubbing his sore nose, Draco scowled when Hermione easily picked up their son and cooed for him to settle down. In the moment of pain, he loved and envied the way his wife could so easily handle their child. He watched as she slowly peeled away her skirt (which the boy had claimed was 'easy-breezy') and her unbuttoned blouse. Every so often, she would nod her head as the boy tried to recount his adventure with 'Dada' and all the 'icee creamie Dada gives'.
"So Dada gave you ice cream did he?" she asked a little loudly.
"Yesh."
"Kiss arse," he muttered as the boy curled up into Hermione's arms.
Glaring, "I told you so," she said in passing before going upstairs with their sleepy son.
If anything, Draco's scowl only deepened but softened when he received a slight kiss on the left cheek. "Love you Daddy."
"At least one of you do," he said with a smile before scooping up his five year old daughter and followed Hermione upstairs.
- Heather Armstrong
At the moment writing and studying for my finals, I want nothing more than to stab a pencil or pen. But since I won't it flying into someone or the ink to splatter, I find that typing something not school related is very relaxing. Which is why, I wrote a fic (long overdue because I had so many ideas). Yay for procrastination! xD
***
Title: Faster than a Speeding Bullet
Pairings: Hermione/Draco
Summary: He stopped mid-sentence as a blur of color followed by a giggle ran across the hallway in front of him.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: For papayacrazy b/c she's awesome in reminding me I actually still have an LJ xD
"Bloody, bleeding hell. Where did h-"
He stopped mid-sentence as a blur of color followed by a giggle ran across the hallway in front of him. Wasting no time, he motivated his tired legs to follow after the brat. Lectured to since the boy's birth, and before that since his daughter's birth, Hermione had alway specifically told him that giving kids more than the recommended amount of sugared food would have them 'going faster than a speeding bullet'. Hearing those words, he groaned out loud as he imagined his wife standing in front of him with that know-it-all smile. That air of mockery had the effect of making him feel unfit to be a father sometimes, let alone even think about being in the presence of a child.
"EEEEEAAYYYYAAAAHHHH!!"
The sudden scream broke him out of his thoughts and with good timing too. If he had still been in la-la land, Draco would have found himself running into one of his father's old prized vase (not that he'd care if it was broken, it was hideous after all). "Alright, come out, come out wherever you are..." Another resounding batch of giggles came from his left side and following it, he grinned rather gleefully before stalking up to the boy and snatched him into the air.
"Gotcha! Now let's get out of mummy's clothes okay?"
The boy only giggled once more as he squirmed in his father's arm. Sitting down, he held the three-year old at an awkward angle as Draco managed to successfully take off the heels. Just when hat came off he heard a cough from behind. "Mummy!" the boy squealed before squirming even harder. Flailing his arms and leg, he managed to kick Draco in the face before racing to over to Hermione.
Rubbing his sore nose, Draco scowled when Hermione easily picked up their son and cooed for him to settle down. In the moment of pain, he loved and envied the way his wife could so easily handle their child. He watched as she slowly peeled away her skirt (which the boy had claimed was 'easy-breezy') and her unbuttoned blouse. Every so often, she would nod her head as the boy tried to recount his adventure with 'Dada' and all the 'icee creamie Dada gives'.
"So Dada gave you ice cream did he?" she asked a little loudly.
"Yesh."
"Kiss arse," he muttered as the boy curled up into Hermione's arms.
Glaring, "I told you so," she said in passing before going upstairs with their sleepy son.
If anything, Draco's scowl only deepened but softened when he received a slight kiss on the left cheek. "Love you Daddy."
"At least one of you do," he said with a smile before scooping up his five year old daughter and followed Hermione upstairs.