Merry Christmas, COFFEE-N-COCOA!
Title: Trade Secrets
Author: katmarajade
Written for: coffee-n-cocoa
Pairing: Neville/Ginny
Rating: PG
Word Count: 401
Prompt: in the kitchen baking holiday goodies
Summary: Neville receives a frantic Floo call from his girlfriend …
When Neville received a frantic Floo call from Ginny telling him that she needed him to come over immediately, he didn't hesitate.
Adrenaline spiked when he arrived to thick smoke and Ginny with blood on her face and tears in her eyes. His wand was out in less than a second.
"Neville," she said, shaking him. He spared a concerned look but she appeared more amused than frightened, exasperated but not angry. He lowered his wand.
"It's okay. I've just really, really screwed up," she said.
"Are you all right?" he asked frantically, scanning his girlfriend for signs of injury. He touched her bloody face gingerly and pulled back in surprise.
He sniffed the sticky red on his fingers. "Is this … cranberry?"
Ginny nodded sheepishly. "I'm having a spot of trouble with the Christmas baking."
Letting out a groan, Neville relaxed his still-tensed muscles. "You scared me half to death, Gin! I thought there was an attack or something!"
"There was," she said mournfully. "Attack of the gingerbread men."
"Well, I certainly don't know how I'm supposed to be of any help. You know I burn toast."
"But if I can make these properly and the little cream biscuits with the cranberry glaze, then my mum will stop harping on me about my deplorable household skills."
Neville glanced around at the kitchen, which looked like it had suffered a natural disaster.
"You know, they just opened a little bakery about two streets down from my flat. I bet if we played our cards right, they'll make this stuff for us and maybe even burn a couple to convince your mum it's legit."
Ginny threw down the tea towel she'd been using to wipe her grimy face.
"That's diabolical, Neville! And also genius."
Neville hugged her tightly, mentally reminding himself to cast a good Scourgify when they pulled apart, because she was still a mess.
"It's not only to trick your mum, who rather deserves it actually, but I genuinely worry you'll burn the place down if you keep trying to bake."
Ginny gave him a half-hearted slap on the back, not breaking the hug. "I'd argue, but you seem to have a point."
"You're not in charge of the mince pies, are you?" he asked.
"No, why?"
"Oh, good. It's just I really like mince pies."
Ginny's affronted expression made him laugh. "C'mon, love. Let's go finish our Christmas 'baking'."
Author: katmarajade
Written for: coffee-n-cocoa
Pairing: Neville/Ginny
Rating: PG
Word Count: 401
Prompt: in the kitchen baking holiday goodies
Summary: Neville receives a frantic Floo call from his girlfriend …
When Neville received a frantic Floo call from Ginny telling him that she needed him to come over immediately, he didn't hesitate.
Adrenaline spiked when he arrived to thick smoke and Ginny with blood on her face and tears in her eyes. His wand was out in less than a second.
"Neville," she said, shaking him. He spared a concerned look but she appeared more amused than frightened, exasperated but not angry. He lowered his wand.
"It's okay. I've just really, really screwed up," she said.
"Are you all right?" he asked frantically, scanning his girlfriend for signs of injury. He touched her bloody face gingerly and pulled back in surprise.
He sniffed the sticky red on his fingers. "Is this … cranberry?"
Ginny nodded sheepishly. "I'm having a spot of trouble with the Christmas baking."
Letting out a groan, Neville relaxed his still-tensed muscles. "You scared me half to death, Gin! I thought there was an attack or something!"
"There was," she said mournfully. "Attack of the gingerbread men."
"Well, I certainly don't know how I'm supposed to be of any help. You know I burn toast."
"But if I can make these properly and the little cream biscuits with the cranberry glaze, then my mum will stop harping on me about my deplorable household skills."
Neville glanced around at the kitchen, which looked like it had suffered a natural disaster.
"You know, they just opened a little bakery about two streets down from my flat. I bet if we played our cards right, they'll make this stuff for us and maybe even burn a couple to convince your mum it's legit."
Ginny threw down the tea towel she'd been using to wipe her grimy face.
"That's diabolical, Neville! And also genius."
Neville hugged her tightly, mentally reminding himself to cast a good Scourgify when they pulled apart, because she was still a mess.
"It's not only to trick your mum, who rather deserves it actually, but I genuinely worry you'll burn the place down if you keep trying to bake."
Ginny gave him a half-hearted slap on the back, not breaking the hug. "I'd argue, but you seem to have a point."
"You're not in charge of the mince pies, are you?" he asked.
"No, why?"
"Oh, good. It's just I really like mince pies."
Ginny's affronted expression made him laugh. "C'mon, love. Let's go finish our Christmas 'baking'."