Drabble: Traditions for Two
Title: Traditions for Two
Word Count and Rating: 498, G
Summary: Hermione joins Draco on his annual Christmas Eve broom flight.
Notes: Written for the Holiday Movie Drabble Challenge at dramionedrabble, prompt #71 "There are two things in life I hate--heights and jumping from them" -Muppet Christmas Carol and 100quills prompt 037 Risk.
Draco pulled their broom into a steep climb, and Hermione instinctively clawed his legs and held on for dear life.
“Would you relax?” Draco managed to sound both annoyed and amused. “You're cutting off blood flow to my extremities.”
Hermione glared at him over her shoulder, but the quick glimpse she caught of the ground far below made her ill. “Would you slow down? You're going to give me a heart attack.”
“You're completely safe, I promise.” But Draco did slow down and lower the pitch of the broom, climbing effortlessly toward the clouds in wide, lazy circles instead. “Thanks for coming up with me. I know flying isn't your favorite thing.” Draco knew that was an understatement. He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of Hermione's neck in gratitude.
She shifted unexpectedly and Draco tightened his hold, thighs hugging her from behind, arms crossed under her breasts. “Not trying to get away, are you?” he murmured into her ear.
She laughed, but it was shaky. “No worries. The only thing that scares me more than heights is the thought of jumping from them.” She lay her hands over his and snuggled back against him, relaxing somewhat now that they weren't shooting upward like a rocket.
“I'm happy to be here with you, but we're taking an awful chance, aren't we?” As much as Hermione wanted to be free-spirited and adventurous, she couldn't keep the thread of anxiety coloring her voice. “If any Muggles see us, we'll be in big trouble with the Ministry.”
“I've been doing this every Christmas Eve for years, and I've never been in trouble for it yet. Trust me, it's worth the risk.”
“Yes, but--”
“We're almost in position,” he interrupted her with a brief squeeze around her middle and another kiss. “Eyes closed.”
Hermione obeyed, feeling him nudge the broom lightly. The icy wind tugged at her plaits and stung her cheeks, but she felt safe and warm in Draco's arms.
“All right.” Draco was finally happy with their position. “Now.”
Hermione opened her eyes and gasped. The Muggle village below was as pretty as a picture postcard in the winter night. The tree on the green glowed with colored lights. So many homes and businesses were decorated, the village sparkled like a jewel from above. Hermione felt her throat tighten at the sight of the snow-covered church, blazing with lights, its ornate rose window lit from within. The sound of worshipers' voices raised in song reached them, and Hermione realized it must be time for midnight mass.
“Oh, Draco,” she whispered. “You're right. It is beautiful.” Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she turned enough to kiss him. “Happy Christmas, and thank you for including me in your private tradition.”
Draco cupped her head and kept kissing her until she shuddered against him. “Happy Christmas to you. It can be our tradition from now on.”
She beamed up at him, even brighter than the lights below.
Word Count and Rating: 498, G
Summary: Hermione joins Draco on his annual Christmas Eve broom flight.
Notes: Written for the Holiday Movie Drabble Challenge at dramionedrabble, prompt #71 "There are two things in life I hate--heights and jumping from them" -Muppet Christmas Carol and 100quills prompt 037 Risk.
Draco pulled their broom into a steep climb, and Hermione instinctively clawed his legs and held on for dear life.
“Would you relax?” Draco managed to sound both annoyed and amused. “You're cutting off blood flow to my extremities.”
Hermione glared at him over her shoulder, but the quick glimpse she caught of the ground far below made her ill. “Would you slow down? You're going to give me a heart attack.”
“You're completely safe, I promise.” But Draco did slow down and lower the pitch of the broom, climbing effortlessly toward the clouds in wide, lazy circles instead. “Thanks for coming up with me. I know flying isn't your favorite thing.” Draco knew that was an understatement. He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of Hermione's neck in gratitude.
She shifted unexpectedly and Draco tightened his hold, thighs hugging her from behind, arms crossed under her breasts. “Not trying to get away, are you?” he murmured into her ear.
She laughed, but it was shaky. “No worries. The only thing that scares me more than heights is the thought of jumping from them.” She lay her hands over his and snuggled back against him, relaxing somewhat now that they weren't shooting upward like a rocket.
“I'm happy to be here with you, but we're taking an awful chance, aren't we?” As much as Hermione wanted to be free-spirited and adventurous, she couldn't keep the thread of anxiety coloring her voice. “If any Muggles see us, we'll be in big trouble with the Ministry.”
“I've been doing this every Christmas Eve for years, and I've never been in trouble for it yet. Trust me, it's worth the risk.”
“Yes, but--”
“We're almost in position,” he interrupted her with a brief squeeze around her middle and another kiss. “Eyes closed.”
Hermione obeyed, feeling him nudge the broom lightly. The icy wind tugged at her plaits and stung her cheeks, but she felt safe and warm in Draco's arms.
“All right.” Draco was finally happy with their position. “Now.”
Hermione opened her eyes and gasped. The Muggle village below was as pretty as a picture postcard in the winter night. The tree on the green glowed with colored lights. So many homes and businesses were decorated, the village sparkled like a jewel from above. Hermione felt her throat tighten at the sight of the snow-covered church, blazing with lights, its ornate rose window lit from within. The sound of worshipers' voices raised in song reached them, and Hermione realized it must be time for midnight mass.
“Oh, Draco,” she whispered. “You're right. It is beautiful.” Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she turned enough to kiss him. “Happy Christmas, and thank you for including me in your private tradition.”
Draco cupped her head and kept kissing her until she shuddered against him. “Happy Christmas to you. It can be our tradition from now on.”
She beamed up at him, even brighter than the lights below.