everyone gets a star, draco/hermione (+ harry/ron), PG-13
I'm Canadian. I say colourful.
You don't give a fucking shit for any of them. Maybe except Mrs. Weasley. She makes you big breakfasts and makes the best tea you've ever had, better than the ones you've tasted at your mother's high class, ridiculously overpriced tea parties. (And maybe because she's been more of a mother to you in three days than your mother has in eighteen years, even with the awkward civility and the whispers behind your back when she thinks you're out of hearing range.) But no, that can't be.
everyone gets a star
i.
And what do you say when your mother is screaming in the wing next to yours, so loud you hear it? You hear it in your room that is shielded with as many spells of which you can think and still, you can't get her blsitering cries from reaching your ears. You can hear her voice crack half way through, and still she goes on. You don't know if you should cry or if you should be angry. You act on something in between.
ii.
She's pressed you against the wall, rubbing against you like a experienced whore, and you don't care, you simply do not care. She bites your lip and you smile and she laughs.
iii.
The next day, you run away from home and join the Order.
iv.
She doesn't sympathize you, and she definitely doesn't empathize you. Potter and Weasley don't care about you. And you don't care. You don't give a fucking shit for any of them. Maybe except Mrs. Weasley. She makes you big breakfasts and makes the best tea you've ever had, better than the ones you've tasted at your mother's high class, ridiculously overpriced tea parties. (And maybe because she's been more of a mother to you in three days than your mother has in eighteen years, even with the awkward civility and the whispers behind your back when she thinks you're out of hearing range.) But no, that can't be. She makes amazing jumpers, though.
v.
One day Weasley asks you why you joined the Order, why you really left home and you tell him straight up that you cried every time your mother told you what was proper and what wasn't and how oh dear, these are ridiculous! and started to rant and that you wanted to punch your father's nose sideways every time he told you that this is the life to live, son! This is where you will be in a few years time, don't worry. I know you will be great son, but don't be stupid enough to think you'll be as good as I am. Oh son, you will never be this good. How lovely. Now get out of my office, son. Weasley nodded and you laughed. Weasley admitted that that is ridiculous and smiled. You were still laughing when Weasley walked out of the room.
vi.
You tell Weasley that you miss your bed sheets. You both chuckle. You're fucking ridiculous, mate. And you agree. Trust me, if you had my sheets, you'd understand.
At some point in time, you try to understand how Weasley is your confidant, but don't really give a shit. You ask him, too, how the hell it happened and he thinks about it.
Maybe because you've always been jealous, he suggests. You nod. He's right.
vii.
Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. For everything. The look Mrs. Weasley gives you is enough to (almost) make you cry (in a good way). She hugs you and awkwardly put your hands on her ba-Mrs. Weasley, are you crying? You laugh and she swats you in your shoulder. Next time you do such a thing, she tells you after a rather large sniff, you'll get the biggest scold of your life, and no, I don't care you've degnomed a garden in your life, I will send you out there faster than you can even think that you've just made a mistake. She winks at you, and together you both laugh wildly.
viii.
Ron. He looks at you. Was that just as weird for you as it was to me? He nods his head. Okay, because that was strange. He grins. What the fuck are you on today?
ix.
Hermione (Hermione?) walks by as you and Weasley and Potter are playing wizard's chess. It's you and Potter versus Weasley because damn it, Weasley is the king. You notice her, but she doesn't notice you and Weasley and Potter notice you noticing her and they don't bother telling you it's your turn until you realize it's your turn (which happens when you can't her foot steps any more).
x.
Weasley, I fucked Hermione. Like, not had sex with her, definitely didn't make love with her. Actually, like, up against the wal-I thought so. About time you told me. OI HARRY, YOU OWE ME FIFTY GALLEONS.
xi.
You wanker, go get Hermione. You look at Potter. And what the bleeding fuck? him. He rolls his eyes and if he wasn't The Boy Who Lived (Again), you'd dismiss it. You run upstairs as fast as you can.
You get to her and you don't really know what to say. She smiles at you and pats the seat next to her and you sit quietly. She gives you part of her blanket and begins reading to you. You tell her that book is boring and you find one yourself and read that to her. Focused your eyes are to the words, so focused you don't see that she is smiling. It's a wide smile, a thoughtless smile, the best kind. She doesn't hear what you're saying (she's already read the book twice), but likes the softness of your voice as you read on. She looks at you and waits until you look at her and she smiles so you smile. You continue reading.
FINIS.
prologue
Ron, I think you owe me fifty galleons. Weasley curses and pays up. You don't care that they've betted on you. And Hermione. You and Hermione.
Potter, I think it's time you buy me a big bottle of Firewhiskey. Thanks. He looks at you. You look at Weasley. Weasley looks at you. Potter looks as Weasley.
Ron, Harry told Draco you guys are having sex. Weasley turns red and Potter gapes at Hermione. You laugh and put your hands up. If it helps, Ronald, Draco and I are having sex too. Ron gapes at Hermione too. Hermione! Girls shouldn't say things like that! Hermione looks at him. Don't you dare give me that speech, Ronald... You bite your lip. Hermione Jane Granger, I think I love you, you tell her. She frowns. That's nice, Draco, but you do know it's rude to interrupt somebody when they're talking. Now Ronald, don't you dare leave this room. You laugh hysterically and Potter blinks.
You don't give a fucking shit for any of them. Maybe except Mrs. Weasley. She makes you big breakfasts and makes the best tea you've ever had, better than the ones you've tasted at your mother's high class, ridiculously overpriced tea parties. (And maybe because she's been more of a mother to you in three days than your mother has in eighteen years, even with the awkward civility and the whispers behind your back when she thinks you're out of hearing range.) But no, that can't be.
everyone gets a star
i.
And what do you say when your mother is screaming in the wing next to yours, so loud you hear it? You hear it in your room that is shielded with as many spells of which you can think and still, you can't get her blsitering cries from reaching your ears. You can hear her voice crack half way through, and still she goes on. You don't know if you should cry or if you should be angry. You act on something in between.
ii.
She's pressed you against the wall, rubbing against you like a experienced whore, and you don't care, you simply do not care. She bites your lip and you smile and she laughs.
iii.
The next day, you run away from home and join the Order.
iv.
She doesn't sympathize you, and she definitely doesn't empathize you. Potter and Weasley don't care about you. And you don't care. You don't give a fucking shit for any of them. Maybe except Mrs. Weasley. She makes you big breakfasts and makes the best tea you've ever had, better than the ones you've tasted at your mother's high class, ridiculously overpriced tea parties. (And maybe because she's been more of a mother to you in three days than your mother has in eighteen years, even with the awkward civility and the whispers behind your back when she thinks you're out of hearing range.) But no, that can't be. She makes amazing jumpers, though.
v.
One day Weasley asks you why you joined the Order, why you really left home and you tell him straight up that you cried every time your mother told you what was proper and what wasn't and how oh dear, these are ridiculous! and started to rant and that you wanted to punch your father's nose sideways every time he told you that this is the life to live, son! This is where you will be in a few years time, don't worry. I know you will be great son, but don't be stupid enough to think you'll be as good as I am. Oh son, you will never be this good. How lovely. Now get out of my office, son. Weasley nodded and you laughed. Weasley admitted that that is ridiculous and smiled. You were still laughing when Weasley walked out of the room.
vi.
You tell Weasley that you miss your bed sheets. You both chuckle. You're fucking ridiculous, mate. And you agree. Trust me, if you had my sheets, you'd understand.
At some point in time, you try to understand how Weasley is your confidant, but don't really give a shit. You ask him, too, how the hell it happened and he thinks about it.
Maybe because you've always been jealous, he suggests. You nod. He's right.
vii.
Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. For everything. The look Mrs. Weasley gives you is enough to (almost) make you cry (in a good way). She hugs you and awkwardly put your hands on her ba-Mrs. Weasley, are you crying? You laugh and she swats you in your shoulder. Next time you do such a thing, she tells you after a rather large sniff, you'll get the biggest scold of your life, and no, I don't care you've degnomed a garden in your life, I will send you out there faster than you can even think that you've just made a mistake. She winks at you, and together you both laugh wildly.
viii.
Ron. He looks at you. Was that just as weird for you as it was to me? He nods his head. Okay, because that was strange. He grins. What the fuck are you on today?
ix.
Hermione (Hermione?) walks by as you and Weasley and Potter are playing wizard's chess. It's you and Potter versus Weasley because damn it, Weasley is the king. You notice her, but she doesn't notice you and Weasley and Potter notice you noticing her and they don't bother telling you it's your turn until you realize it's your turn (which happens when you can't her foot steps any more).
x.
Weasley, I fucked Hermione. Like, not had sex with her, definitely didn't make love with her. Actually, like, up against the wal-I thought so. About time you told me. OI HARRY, YOU OWE ME FIFTY GALLEONS.
xi.
You wanker, go get Hermione. You look at Potter. And what the bleeding fuck? him. He rolls his eyes and if he wasn't The Boy Who Lived (Again), you'd dismiss it. You run upstairs as fast as you can.
You get to her and you don't really know what to say. She smiles at you and pats the seat next to her and you sit quietly. She gives you part of her blanket and begins reading to you. You tell her that book is boring and you find one yourself and read that to her. Focused your eyes are to the words, so focused you don't see that she is smiling. It's a wide smile, a thoughtless smile, the best kind. She doesn't hear what you're saying (she's already read the book twice), but likes the softness of your voice as you read on. She looks at you and waits until you look at her and she smiles so you smile. You continue reading.
FINIS.
prologue
Ron, I think you owe me fifty galleons. Weasley curses and pays up. You don't care that they've betted on you. And Hermione. You and Hermione.
Potter, I think it's time you buy me a big bottle of Firewhiskey. Thanks. He looks at you. You look at Weasley. Weasley looks at you. Potter looks as Weasley.
Ron, Harry told Draco you guys are having sex. Weasley turns red and Potter gapes at Hermione. You laugh and put your hands up. If it helps, Ronald, Draco and I are having sex too. Ron gapes at Hermione too. Hermione! Girls shouldn't say things like that! Hermione looks at him. Don't you dare give me that speech, Ronald... You bite your lip. Hermione Jane Granger, I think I love you, you tell her. She frowns. That's nice, Draco, but you do know it's rude to interrupt somebody when they're talking. Now Ronald, don't you dare leave this room. You laugh hysterically and Potter blinks.