Sunday Confession
Title: Sunday Confession
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 599
Notes/Warning: Post-DH. Written for the 10 Songs Challenge. The Song is I'm Bad by Michael Jackson. Click here to see all drabbles for the challenge and here to see my Dramione table for 100quills.
The Word Is Out
You're Doin' Wrong
Gonna Lock You Up
Before Too Long.
"This is a bad idea, Harry," Hermione hissed, pulling him behind one of the bushes in the Weasley's front yard.
"Hermione, this was your idea," Harry said, exasperated, though he was just as reluctant to enter the Burrow as Hermione was. "You said that it was time we stopped lying, that we should come clean. After all the Weasley's practically adopted the both of us."
"I know what I said," Hermione answered, wringing her hands. "But I've been thinking. They won't approve, no matter how much in love we are."
"You don't know that," Harry said. "They love us, and I'm sure they will eventually accept our choices, even though they might be a bit shocked at the beginning."
"A bit?" Hermione screeched. Harry hurriedly shushed her, so the Weasleys' wouldn't hear them before they were ready to face them.
"A bit?" Hermione repeated, her voice lower, but sounding just as panicked. "Harry, they will completely freak out. Ron will explode for sure. Molly will be scandalized. I expect Ginny might start using her Bad-Bogey-Hex on at least one of us…"
"Yeah… maybe you are right… it's a bit soon to tell them…" Harry nodded. He didn't particularly fancy being on the receiving end of Ginny's wand. "Lets-"
"Harry, Hermione, how are you?" a familiar voice boomed. Hermione and Harry turned around, only to find George standing right behind them.
"Fine," Hermione squeaked.
"Good," Harry mumbled.
"Awesome." George grinned. "Now do you mind telling me why we are hiding behind the bushes in my mother's garden?"
"Well, you see…" Hermione began, but than trailed off, looking at Harry for help.
"…we were just admiring Molly's style of gardening," Harry finished lamely, avoiding looking at George's face at all costs.
"Gardening?" George asked. "You sure I didn't interrupt anything else?"
Hermione and Harry shook their head in unison, trying their best to appear innocent.
"Well, if you say so." George shook his head sceptically. "Are you done inspecting the bushed now? Cause I'm starving and Sunday lunch should be just about to start."
"Sure," Hermione answered weakly. Having no other choice, Harry and Hermione followed George into the Burrow.
They were the last to arrive. Everyone else was already assembled around the table. Molly had just begun to serve lunch when Harry, Hermione and George entered the crowded kitchen.
"There you are, my dears," Molly shouted over the clatter of the dishes. "Have a seat."
They joined the others at the table, and everyone began eating.
---
After he had finished his third helping of pudding, George leaned back on his seat, smacking his lips in satisfaction.
"Excellent lunch, Mum," he praised. "Now, I believe, Harry and Hermione have an announcement to make."
Harry choked on his last bite of pudding, and Hermione paled visibly.
"And don't even try to mention gardening," George advised, smirking. "Nobody is going to fall for that."
"Errr…" Harry mumbled.
"You see-" Hermione started, but didn't continue.
"Whatever it is, please tell me you are not dating each other," Ginny finally pleaded when neither Harry nor Hermione managed to get a full sentence out. .
Harry and Hermione looked at her scandalized.
"What? Nooo!"
"Ewww, he's like a brother to me."
Looking around the table, Harry and Hermione realised that Ginny hadn't been the only one to think they were a couple.
"I'm sort of dating Draco Malfoy," Hermione finally burst out.
"And I'm going out with Oliver Wood," Harry added.
The entire Weasley family was staring at them wide-eyed.
"I think, I'd prefer you dating each other after all," Ginny mumbled weakly.
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 599
Notes/Warning: Post-DH. Written for the 10 Songs Challenge. The Song is I'm Bad by Michael Jackson. Click here to see all drabbles for the challenge and here to see my Dramione table for 100quills.
The Word Is Out
You're Doin' Wrong
Gonna Lock You Up
Before Too Long.
"This is a bad idea, Harry," Hermione hissed, pulling him behind one of the bushes in the Weasley's front yard.
"Hermione, this was your idea," Harry said, exasperated, though he was just as reluctant to enter the Burrow as Hermione was. "You said that it was time we stopped lying, that we should come clean. After all the Weasley's practically adopted the both of us."
"I know what I said," Hermione answered, wringing her hands. "But I've been thinking. They won't approve, no matter how much in love we are."
"You don't know that," Harry said. "They love us, and I'm sure they will eventually accept our choices, even though they might be a bit shocked at the beginning."
"A bit?" Hermione screeched. Harry hurriedly shushed her, so the Weasleys' wouldn't hear them before they were ready to face them.
"A bit?" Hermione repeated, her voice lower, but sounding just as panicked. "Harry, they will completely freak out. Ron will explode for sure. Molly will be scandalized. I expect Ginny might start using her Bad-Bogey-Hex on at least one of us…"
"Yeah… maybe you are right… it's a bit soon to tell them…" Harry nodded. He didn't particularly fancy being on the receiving end of Ginny's wand. "Lets-"
"Harry, Hermione, how are you?" a familiar voice boomed. Hermione and Harry turned around, only to find George standing right behind them.
"Fine," Hermione squeaked.
"Good," Harry mumbled.
"Awesome." George grinned. "Now do you mind telling me why we are hiding behind the bushes in my mother's garden?"
"Well, you see…" Hermione began, but than trailed off, looking at Harry for help.
"…we were just admiring Molly's style of gardening," Harry finished lamely, avoiding looking at George's face at all costs.
"Gardening?" George asked. "You sure I didn't interrupt anything else?"
Hermione and Harry shook their head in unison, trying their best to appear innocent.
"Well, if you say so." George shook his head sceptically. "Are you done inspecting the bushed now? Cause I'm starving and Sunday lunch should be just about to start."
"Sure," Hermione answered weakly. Having no other choice, Harry and Hermione followed George into the Burrow.
They were the last to arrive. Everyone else was already assembled around the table. Molly had just begun to serve lunch when Harry, Hermione and George entered the crowded kitchen.
"There you are, my dears," Molly shouted over the clatter of the dishes. "Have a seat."
They joined the others at the table, and everyone began eating.
---
After he had finished his third helping of pudding, George leaned back on his seat, smacking his lips in satisfaction.
"Excellent lunch, Mum," he praised. "Now, I believe, Harry and Hermione have an announcement to make."
Harry choked on his last bite of pudding, and Hermione paled visibly.
"And don't even try to mention gardening," George advised, smirking. "Nobody is going to fall for that."
"Errr…" Harry mumbled.
"You see-" Hermione started, but didn't continue.
"Whatever it is, please tell me you are not dating each other," Ginny finally pleaded when neither Harry nor Hermione managed to get a full sentence out. .
Harry and Hermione looked at her scandalized.
"What? Nooo!"
"Ewww, he's like a brother to me."
Looking around the table, Harry and Hermione realised that Ginny hadn't been the only one to think they were a couple.
"I'm sort of dating Draco Malfoy," Hermione finally burst out.
"And I'm going out with Oliver Wood," Harry added.
The entire Weasley family was staring at them wide-eyed.
"I think, I'd prefer you dating each other after all," Ginny mumbled weakly.