AWDT: Oh my God, you're pregnant!
Title: Brownie Points
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Hermione, Harry, Ron
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None (no Mpreg, despite suggestion)
Word count: 522
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the current AWDT, with the prompt of Oh my God, you're pregnant!
Summary: Harry is being very domestic, but with good reason.
Hermione walked into the flat she shared with Ron and Harry. She hesitated just inside the doorway. Something was off. A delicious scent was wafting from the kitchen, and the living room smelled of furniture polish. It was cleaner than she'd seen it in a long time, and Hermione had to squash the very real urge to step back into the hall and check that she was in the proper flat.
The oven timer sounded, and Hermione stood back as Harry came charging from the direction of the bathroom, pulling off a pair of rubber gloves on his way to the kitchen. Curious, she trailed after him, entering the kitchen in time to see her friend remove a pan of brownies from the oven. "What's all this?" she asked him.
Harry, who had quickly traded rubber gloves for pot holders, turned to grin at her as he set the brownies on top of the stove to cool. With a shrug, he replied, "I had a sudden craving for chocolate."
"I see," mused Hermione. "And you've been cleaning, too," she observed.
"This place needed it," Harry answered absently, setting the pot holders aside and turning the oven off.
"You've become so domestic," teased Hermione. "Cleaning like a dervish, baking, craving chocolate..." Her voice trailed off as she cocked her head at Harry consideringly. Suddenly, she straightened and exclaimed, "Oh my God, you're pregnant!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Very funny," he groused as Hermione burst into peals of laughter. Fidgeting nervously, he added, "The truth is, I invited Draco over for dinner, and I wanted the place to look nice."
"So what's with the brownies?" asked Hermione. "I thought you told me once that Malfoy doesn't care for chocolate."
"The chocolate is to sweeten Ron's disposition," smirked Harry.
Hermione laughed again. "I'll keep Ronald on a short leash this evening, Harry, don't you worry," she assured him.
The front door banged, signaling Ron's arrival, and he came straight into the kitchen. "Brownies!" he cried in delight, reaching for the pan. A spatula came out of nowhere and whacked his wrist.
"Hands off," snarled Harry. "You'll have to earn those brownies."
"Bloody hell, Harry, that hurt," whined Ron. "What do you want? You know I'll do anything for brownies."
"That's good, Ron," Harry beamed at him. "This is what I want from you..."
~*~
"I'm very proud of you, Ronald," remarked Hermione, sitting at her vanity while brushing out her hair. She caught her boyfriend's eyes in the mirror. Ron was sitting up in bed, still sulking. "You handled yourself admirably tonight, and you even refused to let Malfoy bait you into an argument about the Cannons." Pulling her hair back and tying it with a simple ribbon, Hermione finally rose and joined Ron in bed. She was startled to see a wicked grin playing about his features.
"Yeah, well, Harry told me I had to be on my best behavior tonight," said Ron. "He didn't say I had to be nice to the Ferret tomorrow morning at breakfast!"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Hermione, Harry, Ron
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None (no Mpreg, despite suggestion)
Word count: 522
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the current AWDT, with the prompt of Oh my God, you're pregnant!
Summary: Harry is being very domestic, but with good reason.
Hermione walked into the flat she shared with Ron and Harry. She hesitated just inside the doorway. Something was off. A delicious scent was wafting from the kitchen, and the living room smelled of furniture polish. It was cleaner than she'd seen it in a long time, and Hermione had to squash the very real urge to step back into the hall and check that she was in the proper flat.
The oven timer sounded, and Hermione stood back as Harry came charging from the direction of the bathroom, pulling off a pair of rubber gloves on his way to the kitchen. Curious, she trailed after him, entering the kitchen in time to see her friend remove a pan of brownies from the oven. "What's all this?" she asked him.
Harry, who had quickly traded rubber gloves for pot holders, turned to grin at her as he set the brownies on top of the stove to cool. With a shrug, he replied, "I had a sudden craving for chocolate."
"I see," mused Hermione. "And you've been cleaning, too," she observed.
"This place needed it," Harry answered absently, setting the pot holders aside and turning the oven off.
"You've become so domestic," teased Hermione. "Cleaning like a dervish, baking, craving chocolate..." Her voice trailed off as she cocked her head at Harry consideringly. Suddenly, she straightened and exclaimed, "Oh my God, you're pregnant!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Very funny," he groused as Hermione burst into peals of laughter. Fidgeting nervously, he added, "The truth is, I invited Draco over for dinner, and I wanted the place to look nice."
"So what's with the brownies?" asked Hermione. "I thought you told me once that Malfoy doesn't care for chocolate."
"The chocolate is to sweeten Ron's disposition," smirked Harry.
Hermione laughed again. "I'll keep Ronald on a short leash this evening, Harry, don't you worry," she assured him.
The front door banged, signaling Ron's arrival, and he came straight into the kitchen. "Brownies!" he cried in delight, reaching for the pan. A spatula came out of nowhere and whacked his wrist.
"Hands off," snarled Harry. "You'll have to earn those brownies."
"Bloody hell, Harry, that hurt," whined Ron. "What do you want? You know I'll do anything for brownies."
"That's good, Ron," Harry beamed at him. "This is what I want from you..."
~*~
"I'm very proud of you, Ronald," remarked Hermione, sitting at her vanity while brushing out her hair. She caught her boyfriend's eyes in the mirror. Ron was sitting up in bed, still sulking. "You handled yourself admirably tonight, and you even refused to let Malfoy bait you into an argument about the Cannons." Pulling her hair back and tying it with a simple ribbon, Hermione finally rose and joined Ron in bed. She was startled to see a wicked grin playing about his features.
"Yeah, well, Harry told me I had to be on my best behavior tonight," said Ron. "He didn't say I had to be nice to the Ferret tomorrow morning at breakfast!"