drabbles100: Prompts 067. and 092.
Title: If Only In My Dreams
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Ginny, Sirius
Prompt: 067. Snow, 092. Christmas
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Just some Christmas-y fun on… the first of July. And I’m not sure whether ‘grumped’ is even a word, but there it is.
If Only In My Dreams
“I’ll be hooooooome for Chriiiiiistmaaaaaas.”
Ginny’s eyeball twitched as Sirius hit a note that could possibly deafen anyone within a three mile radius.
“You can cooooount on meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…”
Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself standing up and pointing her wand at her husband’s throat. “One more word,” she breathed. “One more, and you won’t be able to father babies because you will be five feet underground.”
He grinned at her, unfazed. She had turned her wand on him more times than he could count.
He placed a hand on her stomach. “I just wanted to familiarize Sirius Jr. with his father’s beautiful, charming-”
“Save it,” she snarled. “If you continue singing, this baby will not have a father.”
Sirius swatted her wand away and wrapped his arms around her swollen belly. “But then you would be Sirius-less for the rest of your life. That’s a fate I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”
She made a face, but she permitted his embrace. “You’re ridiculous,” she grumped.
“Yes, but you love me.”
Before she could say anything, he had rushed out of the room, singing at the top of lungs. “Please have snoooooooooooow annnnd … mistletooooooeeee…”
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Ginny, Sirius
Prompt: 067. Snow, 092. Christmas
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Just some Christmas-y fun on… the first of July. And I’m not sure whether ‘grumped’ is even a word, but there it is.
If Only In My Dreams
“I’ll be hooooooome for Chriiiiiistmaaaaaas.”
Ginny’s eyeball twitched as Sirius hit a note that could possibly deafen anyone within a three mile radius.
“You can cooooount on meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…”
Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself standing up and pointing her wand at her husband’s throat. “One more word,” she breathed. “One more, and you won’t be able to father babies because you will be five feet underground.”
He grinned at her, unfazed. She had turned her wand on him more times than he could count.
He placed a hand on her stomach. “I just wanted to familiarize Sirius Jr. with his father’s beautiful, charming-”
“Save it,” she snarled. “If you continue singing, this baby will not have a father.”
Sirius swatted her wand away and wrapped his arms around her swollen belly. “But then you would be Sirius-less for the rest of your life. That’s a fate I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”
She made a face, but she permitted his embrace. “You’re ridiculous,” she grumped.
“Yes, but you love me.”
Before she could say anything, he had rushed out of the room, singing at the top of lungs. “Please have snoooooooooooow annnnd … mistletooooooeeee…”
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