A Wish Granted
Title: A Toast to Toast
Author: Phil_Urich
Pairing: Percy Weasley/Hermione Granger
For: Chimbomba
Rating: G
Word Count: 393
Summary: An early morning argument.
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: The Potterverse is JKR’s, not mine.
Author's Note: beta'd by our lovely mods chimbomba and peskywhispaw.
*Percy/Hermione fic where they quarrel over something stupid - like cauldron bottoms, for example (it doesn't have to be that, though). Hurray for witty banter! :)
"You know it isn't as if I asked the toaster to jam. I don't see why you're getting so angry at me, Percy."
"Hmm, well it wouldn't probably have anything to do with the fact that I told you I would do the toast myself and that I preferred the old fashioned way," Percy said testily as he sliced the loaf of bread once again.
"Oh, because holding the bread over an open fire is so much more efficient than simply using the toaster. Think what you will about Muggle inventions Percy, but we do have a few good ones," Hermione said, refusing to back down.
"Like your toaster there," Percy said, pointing his finger at the toaster as if it were a particularly offensive pet. "Just because some of our methods might be a little less efficient than some ridiculous Muggle invention doesn't make them useless. I'm sorry, but I enjoy toasting my bread over an open fire."
"Why are you being so pigheaded about this, Percy? You're just like Ro-"
"Don't you dare compare me to him," Percy said icily, making Hermione pause in mid-sentence. As much as she wanted to finish it, she realized it would be going a bit too far.
"Fine. I was a little out of line and I…apologize," she ground out.
"Apology accepted," Percy said quietly. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just…we're so busy during the week that we barely speak and, as stupid as this might sound, the toaster makes me feel like you're trying to rush through the weekend as well. I look forward to our weekends together without any - well, with little work involved, and I don't want to rush through it. Besides, toasting bread over an open fire used to be a favorite past time of ours, remember?"
Hermione smiled a little bit at that. "You used to sneak bread and jam into the Common
Room on Saturday mornings and you always refused to tell anyone how you'd gotten it."
"I did share it though, didn't I," Percy asked with a loose smile.
"Only with anybody who was up at that ghastly hour," Hermione said.
"You were up at that hour, Hermione."
"True, but I was a special sort then."
"You still are," Percy said.
"So would you like to have toast with me, Percy?"
"I'd love to, Hermione."
Author: Phil_Urich
Pairing: Percy Weasley/Hermione Granger
For: Chimbomba
Rating: G
Word Count: 393
Summary: An early morning argument.
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: The Potterverse is JKR’s, not mine.
Author's Note: beta'd by our lovely mods chimbomba and peskywhispaw.
*Percy/Hermione fic where they quarrel over something stupid - like cauldron bottoms, for example (it doesn't have to be that, though). Hurray for witty banter! :)
"You know it isn't as if I asked the toaster to jam. I don't see why you're getting so angry at me, Percy."
"Hmm, well it wouldn't probably have anything to do with the fact that I told you I would do the toast myself and that I preferred the old fashioned way," Percy said testily as he sliced the loaf of bread once again.
"Oh, because holding the bread over an open fire is so much more efficient than simply using the toaster. Think what you will about Muggle inventions Percy, but we do have a few good ones," Hermione said, refusing to back down.
"Like your toaster there," Percy said, pointing his finger at the toaster as if it were a particularly offensive pet. "Just because some of our methods might be a little less efficient than some ridiculous Muggle invention doesn't make them useless. I'm sorry, but I enjoy toasting my bread over an open fire."
"Why are you being so pigheaded about this, Percy? You're just like Ro-"
"Don't you dare compare me to him," Percy said icily, making Hermione pause in mid-sentence. As much as she wanted to finish it, she realized it would be going a bit too far.
"Fine. I was a little out of line and I…apologize," she ground out.
"Apology accepted," Percy said quietly. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just…we're so busy during the week that we barely speak and, as stupid as this might sound, the toaster makes me feel like you're trying to rush through the weekend as well. I look forward to our weekends together without any - well, with little work involved, and I don't want to rush through it. Besides, toasting bread over an open fire used to be a favorite past time of ours, remember?"
Hermione smiled a little bit at that. "You used to sneak bread and jam into the Common
Room on Saturday mornings and you always refused to tell anyone how you'd gotten it."
"I did share it though, didn't I," Percy asked with a loose smile.
"Only with anybody who was up at that ghastly hour," Hermione said.
"You were up at that hour, Hermione."
"True, but I was a special sort then."
"You still are," Percy said.
"So would you like to have toast with me, Percy?"
"I'd love to, Hermione."