[Fic] "Truce" -- Harry Potter, G/H/D, Theme 8
Author: Elizabeth Culmer edenfalling
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter, Ginny/Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Theme: #8 - Babies
Warnings: mild cursing
Note: This is a first-person Ron POV. I have trouble writing Ron, so I don't know how accurate his 'voice' is, but that's how the story wanted to go. Besides, I'd done a Hermione POV on the threesome -- "Vision (Quantum State Collapse)" -- so it seemed only fair to give Ron a shot as well.
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Truce
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What you have to know is that Draco Malfoy is a bloody fucking bastard. I hate him, he hates me, and in a perfect world I'd get to kill him for all the things he's done, and then I'd get a bloody medal for it.
So it's perfectly reasonable that I didn't want him coming to see Abigail. But we had to have Harry and Ginny over, and these days, that means having Malfoy over too -- they've gone downright unreasonable about him -- and Hermione's always after me to at least act nice in public, and if you pulled my fingernails out by the roots, I might admit Malfoy seems to make my sister and my best friend happy, so...
We invited them over.
Abigail was three days old. They'd just let Hermione out of the Muggle hospital -- still can't believe she talked me into that instead of St. Mungo's or a midwife -- and we'd got Mum and Dad's visit out of the way. Hermione was in the rocking chair, feeding Abigail -- lucky girl -- and I was fixing lunch. Nothing fancy, just fish and chips, but I cook better than she does, and we can't keep house elves more than a couple months before she drives them mad with her 'liberation' nonsense and I have to work another swap with the Ministry relocation office.
Anyway, I'd just put everything on the plates and dumped the frying pan in the sink when the doorbell rang. That was Harry. Ginny's got as rude as the twins -- just Apparates straight in without asking -- and they say Malfoy has manners but I've never seen proof. Harry's polite about little things like that, though.
I told Hermione I'd get the door -- I wanted a few words with Malfoy before he saw her and Abigail. She just sighed. I swear she can read my mind sometimes.
Harry had his hand raised to press the bell again when I opened the door. Ginny was on his left and Malfoy on his right, both of them leaning up against his shoulders even though it was stinking hot out without Cooling Charms. They're like that, always touching, like they're screaming 'Mine mine mine!' all the time. Which is a horrible thing to say about my own sister, but Ginny's a little spoiled and she likes to get her way.
Sometimes I wonder why she hasn't killed Malfoy and found a way to blame it on me. That'd get Harry all to herself. Either she thinks she'd get caught, or she actually likes the bastard. I almost hope it's the first option. Which tells you how much I hate Malfoy -- if I didn't have Hermione and Abigail, I'd be happy to take the fall as long as he died -- but then, I already told you I wish I could strangle him with my bare hands.
"Hi, Ron!" said Harry. He shook off Ginny and Malfoy and hugged me. It really was too hot for that, so I pulled him inside. Ginny and Malfoy followed; Malfoy shut the door.
Then Ginny hugged me too, and told me I was a selfish git for not telling them which hospital we'd used so they could have an adventure taking the Underground to visit us. (The Underground is a Muggle thing where they dig tunnels and run trains underground. They run on eckletricity. I thought this was because steam would get mucky underground, but Hermione says it's because eckletricity lets the trains go faster, and stop faster, and is more efficient. Also, yes, steam and coal would be no good underground. So I was half right. One day, I'll get Muggle things all figured out.)
Anyway, I pried Ginny off and shoved her and Harry toward the living room and Hermione. Then I grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him into the kitchen. "Look," I told him, "you're here because Harry and Ginny want you. Hermione and I are trying to be polite, but there are limits. Don't even think about touching Abigail. And keep your mouth shut."
"As if I'd want to touch something you helped create," Malfoy sneered, and brushed at his sleeve where my hand had been. "This visit certainly wasn't my idea."
I'm still impressed that I didn't punch him for calling my daughter a 'thing.'
So I followed Malfoy into the living room -- wouldn't trust him at my back -- and Hermione had handed Abigail to Ginny. They'd gone all mushy over her, which made them look damned silly and sound like halfwits, but women seem to do that around babies. And I felt a little mushy myself, inside, so I didn't say anything.
Then Ginny handed Abigail to Harry and cooed and flittered and said how good he looked with a baby -- which wasn't true; he was scared stiff and hardly breathing -- and wondered if maybe she...
Which was when Malfoy stepped forward and said, "There'd be an equal chance your spawn would be half mine, and I don't know that I want anything to do with the Weasley plan to breed themselves into control of wizarding Britain."
Hermione glared at me, so I still didn't punch him. And Ginny slapped him, so I let it go.
Harry handed Abigail back to Hermione, and she sat down in the rocker while Harry and Ginny sat on the sofa. I hauled the armchair over next to Hermione and let Abigail catch my finger while Hermione told Ginny about labor and how much it hurt, and how wonderful potions were compared to Muggle medicines that stopped pain. I'd told her that, but Hermione still likes to check everything herself. It's one of the reasons I love her.
Don't tell her I said that.
After a while, I looked sideways over to where Malfoy was standing in the doorway, keeping my head down so he wouldn't notice I was watching. And...
Look, I hate him. I'll always hate him.
But I'd just seen that expression on his face in my own mirror -- a little awe, a little fear, a whole lot of mush -- and he was looking at Abigail like I used to look at Bill and Fleur's sons. Like maybe he wanted a daughter, and he couldn't think of anything that would be more amazing, and he didn't think he deserved that.
So when Ginny told me, yesterday, that she was going to have a baby and she thought it might probably be Malfoy's -- Harry was on a trip for most of the time in question -- I didn't go string the bastard up for what he did to my sister.
I figure he gets one chance to screw up first.
Then I'll kill him.
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Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter, Ginny/Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Theme: #8 - Babies
Warnings: mild cursing
Note: This is a first-person Ron POV. I have trouble writing Ron, so I don't know how accurate his 'voice' is, but that's how the story wanted to go. Besides, I'd done a Hermione POV on the threesome -- "Vision (Quantum State Collapse)" -- so it seemed only fair to give Ron a shot as well.
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Truce
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What you have to know is that Draco Malfoy is a bloody fucking bastard. I hate him, he hates me, and in a perfect world I'd get to kill him for all the things he's done, and then I'd get a bloody medal for it.
So it's perfectly reasonable that I didn't want him coming to see Abigail. But we had to have Harry and Ginny over, and these days, that means having Malfoy over too -- they've gone downright unreasonable about him -- and Hermione's always after me to at least act nice in public, and if you pulled my fingernails out by the roots, I might admit Malfoy seems to make my sister and my best friend happy, so...
We invited them over.
Abigail was three days old. They'd just let Hermione out of the Muggle hospital -- still can't believe she talked me into that instead of St. Mungo's or a midwife -- and we'd got Mum and Dad's visit out of the way. Hermione was in the rocking chair, feeding Abigail -- lucky girl -- and I was fixing lunch. Nothing fancy, just fish and chips, but I cook better than she does, and we can't keep house elves more than a couple months before she drives them mad with her 'liberation' nonsense and I have to work another swap with the Ministry relocation office.
Anyway, I'd just put everything on the plates and dumped the frying pan in the sink when the doorbell rang. That was Harry. Ginny's got as rude as the twins -- just Apparates straight in without asking -- and they say Malfoy has manners but I've never seen proof. Harry's polite about little things like that, though.
I told Hermione I'd get the door -- I wanted a few words with Malfoy before he saw her and Abigail. She just sighed. I swear she can read my mind sometimes.
Harry had his hand raised to press the bell again when I opened the door. Ginny was on his left and Malfoy on his right, both of them leaning up against his shoulders even though it was stinking hot out without Cooling Charms. They're like that, always touching, like they're screaming 'Mine mine mine!' all the time. Which is a horrible thing to say about my own sister, but Ginny's a little spoiled and she likes to get her way.
Sometimes I wonder why she hasn't killed Malfoy and found a way to blame it on me. That'd get Harry all to herself. Either she thinks she'd get caught, or she actually likes the bastard. I almost hope it's the first option. Which tells you how much I hate Malfoy -- if I didn't have Hermione and Abigail, I'd be happy to take the fall as long as he died -- but then, I already told you I wish I could strangle him with my bare hands.
"Hi, Ron!" said Harry. He shook off Ginny and Malfoy and hugged me. It really was too hot for that, so I pulled him inside. Ginny and Malfoy followed; Malfoy shut the door.
Then Ginny hugged me too, and told me I was a selfish git for not telling them which hospital we'd used so they could have an adventure taking the Underground to visit us. (The Underground is a Muggle thing where they dig tunnels and run trains underground. They run on eckletricity. I thought this was because steam would get mucky underground, but Hermione says it's because eckletricity lets the trains go faster, and stop faster, and is more efficient. Also, yes, steam and coal would be no good underground. So I was half right. One day, I'll get Muggle things all figured out.)
Anyway, I pried Ginny off and shoved her and Harry toward the living room and Hermione. Then I grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him into the kitchen. "Look," I told him, "you're here because Harry and Ginny want you. Hermione and I are trying to be polite, but there are limits. Don't even think about touching Abigail. And keep your mouth shut."
"As if I'd want to touch something you helped create," Malfoy sneered, and brushed at his sleeve where my hand had been. "This visit certainly wasn't my idea."
I'm still impressed that I didn't punch him for calling my daughter a 'thing.'
So I followed Malfoy into the living room -- wouldn't trust him at my back -- and Hermione had handed Abigail to Ginny. They'd gone all mushy over her, which made them look damned silly and sound like halfwits, but women seem to do that around babies. And I felt a little mushy myself, inside, so I didn't say anything.
Then Ginny handed Abigail to Harry and cooed and flittered and said how good he looked with a baby -- which wasn't true; he was scared stiff and hardly breathing -- and wondered if maybe she...
Which was when Malfoy stepped forward and said, "There'd be an equal chance your spawn would be half mine, and I don't know that I want anything to do with the Weasley plan to breed themselves into control of wizarding Britain."
Hermione glared at me, so I still didn't punch him. And Ginny slapped him, so I let it go.
Harry handed Abigail back to Hermione, and she sat down in the rocker while Harry and Ginny sat on the sofa. I hauled the armchair over next to Hermione and let Abigail catch my finger while Hermione told Ginny about labor and how much it hurt, and how wonderful potions were compared to Muggle medicines that stopped pain. I'd told her that, but Hermione still likes to check everything herself. It's one of the reasons I love her.
Don't tell her I said that.
After a while, I looked sideways over to where Malfoy was standing in the doorway, keeping my head down so he wouldn't notice I was watching. And...
Look, I hate him. I'll always hate him.
But I'd just seen that expression on his face in my own mirror -- a little awe, a little fear, a whole lot of mush -- and he was looking at Abigail like I used to look at Bill and Fleur's sons. Like maybe he wanted a daughter, and he couldn't think of anything that would be more amazing, and he didn't think he deserved that.
So when Ginny told me, yesterday, that she was going to have a baby and she thought it might probably be Malfoy's -- Harry was on a trip for most of the time in question -- I didn't go string the bastard up for what he did to my sister.
I figure he gets one chance to screw up first.
Then I'll kill him.
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