Entry 9 - "Quite Ordinary"
Title: Quite Ordinary
Entry Number: 09
Author: mihnn
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Romance and so much fluff!
Spoiler Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1234
It started with a subtle smile. Hermione had been so surprised that she had looked behind her to see whether it was meant for her; but when she saw nothing but a blank expanse of wall, she couldn't help but think that the person who was indeed smiling at her had gone completely mad. Keeping her head low, she avoided his gaze and continued on with her work, wondering why a small smile - although far from sincere and was bordering on a smirk - made her feel flustered like a hormonal teenager.
This surprising phenomenon was then followed by greetings. While before he had walked passed her with his head held high and ignoring her very presence, Hermione found that the lack of acknowledging her was better for her nerves than hearing a curt 'Granger' in the mornings whenever he happened to run into her. At first, she wasn't sure what she should be doing; whether she should ignore him the way she had always done or maybe open a field of communication so she could one day be acquaintances with him. In the end, she decided on her own curt, 'Malfoy' so they could be considered equal in their greetings. What she didn't expect was a small smile and a sparkle in his eye when she greeted him first without waiting for his friendly nod. Then he said it, the name that made her eyes widen in surprise and almost stiffen in dread.
"Hermione," he said with a smirk before he passed her by.
Naturally, Hermione had found herself fallen into a conundrum. Should she use his first name or surname? Surely, what she said next would set the tone for the rest of their future greetings. Ultimately, feeling that it would not do to let him know that he made her feel uncomfortable, during the next greeting she used his first name. Unsurprisingly, his smirk had widened and Hermione had thought that that was the end of it.
...until he brought her coffee the next morning.
Hermione had stared at the innocent looking mug with steaming brew before she did a few charms to find out if it had been cursed in any way. Then she poured it into a plant to see if it withered and died. Her Secretary, who had grown tired of her boss's suspicion, rolled her eyes and took a sip of it. Hermione didn't sit and wait for her Secretary to say, 'I told you so' with that look of hers. Instead, she purchased an extra muffin the next day so she could hand it over to her new acquaintance in exchange for the coffee he gave her.
This was the beginning of a tradition that Hermione never thought that she would ever be a part of. Each morning they would greet each other with a friendly, "Draco" and "Hermione", they would then exchange a mug of piping hot coffee and a blueberry muffin and sometimes, they would even talk about what was in store for their day at the Ministry. Little by little, day by day, Hermione started giving advice to Draco - as she called him in her head - and she in turn started confiding in him with issues that she generally had during work. Gradually, she started looking forward to their meetings every morning, hardly conscious of the fact that although it had started as a curt greeting, for the past few weeks, they usually spent roughly half an hour in each other's company while they sipped coffee and munched on a blueberry muffin.
All was well...until he asked her to visit an exhibition with him. Hermione stupidly agreed; she was convinced that there was no one else in her life who would be interested in art the way she was and she would rather go with someone who wanted to go instead of dragging Harry, Ron or Ginny against their will. The non-date proved to be a success. It was so successful, in fact, that the exhibition was then followed by coffee and scones, which was then followed by dinner, then dancing, and before Hermione knew it, she was seeing Draco Malfoy more times in a week than she saw her own friends.
Naturally, this had to stop. She knew there was no future with the two of them and that he was most probably promised to another high society witch, as all pure-blood wizards were at their age. To make matters worse, she was enjoying herself when she was around him. It was true that when they were together they argued constantly. He was more adventurous in his choice of food while she preferred what she always knew was good. She was a fan of modern art while he rather liked the classical renditions and called what she liked as a 'messy accident'. They never could agree on where to eat, so it became a habit to play an intellectual game of twenty questions so that the victor would be given the choice. And depending on who won, the choice of desert was generally left to the loser, for no non-date could ever end while one held the power.
Hermione's parents complained that they hardly ever hear from her and her friends complained that they hardly ever see her. Yet, at the end of the day when something big happens, she can't help but want to tell Draco, whether it be good or bad. And so it continued, their pseudo-friendship that Hermione had started to rely on...until he kissed her.
As surprised as she was, Hermione hadn't pushed him away. After that followed more snarky comments - from her, not from him - and a lot of smirking - from him, not from her, and before long they went on their first date reluctantly. Their dates were very similar to their non-dates except for the tiny factor of being able to snog at the end of it. It took two weeks for him to try to get her into bed and four weeks for her to let him; and to this day she wouldn't be able to regret the decision even if she tried. Her friends were sullen, but they soon came to accept him and Draco was far from courteous towards her best friends but by threatening to withhold sex, she managed to nip that problem in the bud. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years and during their fiftieth fight, he proposed. Hermione was so annoyed, she accepted.
The wedding was a disaster, the few family members on the Malfoy side who did attend acting aloof while the Weasleys who had appointed themselves as her bodyguards managed to create problems even with their good intentions. Luna looked radiant, Ron drank too much, and Draco kissed his mother on the cheek without mentioning the absence of his father. But after the ceremony and the drinking did they finally grin at each other and leave for their honeymoon.
It was only years later as they looked down into her arms at the grey eyes and brown locks of their baby that Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at all that had happened. Who would have ever thought, that when she and Malfoy started their relationship that their courtship would be quite so ordinary. And ordinary their history may be, but it created something extraordinary in the form of their son.
Entry Number: 09
Author: mihnn
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Romance and so much fluff!
Spoiler Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1234
It started with a subtle smile. Hermione had been so surprised that she had looked behind her to see whether it was meant for her; but when she saw nothing but a blank expanse of wall, she couldn't help but think that the person who was indeed smiling at her had gone completely mad. Keeping her head low, she avoided his gaze and continued on with her work, wondering why a small smile - although far from sincere and was bordering on a smirk - made her feel flustered like a hormonal teenager.
This surprising phenomenon was then followed by greetings. While before he had walked passed her with his head held high and ignoring her very presence, Hermione found that the lack of acknowledging her was better for her nerves than hearing a curt 'Granger' in the mornings whenever he happened to run into her. At first, she wasn't sure what she should be doing; whether she should ignore him the way she had always done or maybe open a field of communication so she could one day be acquaintances with him. In the end, she decided on her own curt, 'Malfoy' so they could be considered equal in their greetings. What she didn't expect was a small smile and a sparkle in his eye when she greeted him first without waiting for his friendly nod. Then he said it, the name that made her eyes widen in surprise and almost stiffen in dread.
"Hermione," he said with a smirk before he passed her by.
Naturally, Hermione had found herself fallen into a conundrum. Should she use his first name or surname? Surely, what she said next would set the tone for the rest of their future greetings. Ultimately, feeling that it would not do to let him know that he made her feel uncomfortable, during the next greeting she used his first name. Unsurprisingly, his smirk had widened and Hermione had thought that that was the end of it.
...until he brought her coffee the next morning.
Hermione had stared at the innocent looking mug with steaming brew before she did a few charms to find out if it had been cursed in any way. Then she poured it into a plant to see if it withered and died. Her Secretary, who had grown tired of her boss's suspicion, rolled her eyes and took a sip of it. Hermione didn't sit and wait for her Secretary to say, 'I told you so' with that look of hers. Instead, she purchased an extra muffin the next day so she could hand it over to her new acquaintance in exchange for the coffee he gave her.
This was the beginning of a tradition that Hermione never thought that she would ever be a part of. Each morning they would greet each other with a friendly, "Draco" and "Hermione", they would then exchange a mug of piping hot coffee and a blueberry muffin and sometimes, they would even talk about what was in store for their day at the Ministry. Little by little, day by day, Hermione started giving advice to Draco - as she called him in her head - and she in turn started confiding in him with issues that she generally had during work. Gradually, she started looking forward to their meetings every morning, hardly conscious of the fact that although it had started as a curt greeting, for the past few weeks, they usually spent roughly half an hour in each other's company while they sipped coffee and munched on a blueberry muffin.
All was well...until he asked her to visit an exhibition with him. Hermione stupidly agreed; she was convinced that there was no one else in her life who would be interested in art the way she was and she would rather go with someone who wanted to go instead of dragging Harry, Ron or Ginny against their will. The non-date proved to be a success. It was so successful, in fact, that the exhibition was then followed by coffee and scones, which was then followed by dinner, then dancing, and before Hermione knew it, she was seeing Draco Malfoy more times in a week than she saw her own friends.
Naturally, this had to stop. She knew there was no future with the two of them and that he was most probably promised to another high society witch, as all pure-blood wizards were at their age. To make matters worse, she was enjoying herself when she was around him. It was true that when they were together they argued constantly. He was more adventurous in his choice of food while she preferred what she always knew was good. She was a fan of modern art while he rather liked the classical renditions and called what she liked as a 'messy accident'. They never could agree on where to eat, so it became a habit to play an intellectual game of twenty questions so that the victor would be given the choice. And depending on who won, the choice of desert was generally left to the loser, for no non-date could ever end while one held the power.
Hermione's parents complained that they hardly ever hear from her and her friends complained that they hardly ever see her. Yet, at the end of the day when something big happens, she can't help but want to tell Draco, whether it be good or bad. And so it continued, their pseudo-friendship that Hermione had started to rely on...until he kissed her.
As surprised as she was, Hermione hadn't pushed him away. After that followed more snarky comments - from her, not from him - and a lot of smirking - from him, not from her, and before long they went on their first date reluctantly. Their dates were very similar to their non-dates except for the tiny factor of being able to snog at the end of it. It took two weeks for him to try to get her into bed and four weeks for her to let him; and to this day she wouldn't be able to regret the decision even if she tried. Her friends were sullen, but they soon came to accept him and Draco was far from courteous towards her best friends but by threatening to withhold sex, she managed to nip that problem in the bud. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years and during their fiftieth fight, he proposed. Hermione was so annoyed, she accepted.
The wedding was a disaster, the few family members on the Malfoy side who did attend acting aloof while the Weasleys who had appointed themselves as her bodyguards managed to create problems even with their good intentions. Luna looked radiant, Ron drank too much, and Draco kissed his mother on the cheek without mentioning the absence of his father. But after the ceremony and the drinking did they finally grin at each other and leave for their honeymoon.
It was only years later as they looked down into her arms at the grey eyes and brown locks of their baby that Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at all that had happened. Who would have ever thought, that when she and Malfoy started their relationship that their courtship would be quite so ordinary. And ordinary their history may be, but it created something extraordinary in the form of their son.