[advent] what to tell the grand kids? (pansy/hermione)
Title: What to tell the grand kids?
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Pansy/Hermione
Word Count: 430
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione and Pansy reach for the same cake. And then the rest was history.
A/N: For Prompt 5 for
adventdrabbles. Also for "Christmas Party" for
rarepair_shorts Festive Fun Fest 2021.
The cakes on display tonight looked more decadent than ever. Still, Hermione knew what she wanted and she reached for it. Unfortunately for her, someone else's hand brushed against hers, and they grabbed the plate the piece of cake was on first.
At first, she felt a spark against her skin. Then disappointed, she said, "Oh." She was already having a terrible Christmas break and now the last piece of her favourite cake being taken away from her was adding insult to injury.
"Granger?" the person who had stolen Hermione's cake said.
"Oh…" Hermione said again, this time looking at the culprit of her heartache. "Parkinson."
They both stared at each other awkwardly; it was as if Parkinson was scared Hermione was going to hex her. "Did I take your cake?" she asked.
"No. No. That's quite alright."
"Are you certain? I can get something else."
"No. I mean…" Hermione looked longingly at the cake. "If you don't mind…" Then she stopped herself from feeling ridiculous over a bloody piece of cake. "We could share…?"
Parkinson agreed. They took a table by the window and ordered two coffees. The cake, after being heated, arrived at their table with two spoons.
"Didn't take you to be the type to be alone on Christmas Eve," Parkinson said.
"Well…somethings change…" Hermione replied. She waited for Parkinson to take the first bite of the cake before diving in herself. "What about you?"
"Heading home from a party. Had a terrible first date. Let me tell you, never take a girl to a co-worker's Christmas party as a first date. Everyone thought we'd been together long and started spouting lies about me to her. She thought it was all true, of course, and ran out the first chance she got."
"She…?" Hermione asked, reluctantly.
"Why, is that a problem?" Parkinson asked with one eyebrow raised as she pulled the plate of cake slightly towards her.
"No. Not at all!" Hermione said, pulling the plate back to the centre of the table. "Was surprised, is all… Didn't know… I mean… I reckon… Me too."
"You. Too?" Parkinson asked, looking confused.
"Nothing. Forget it…" Hermione said, burying her face in her mug of coffee, feeling embarrassed. She still was getting used to telling people. About her. And never had the right words for once in her life.
"Granger, did you just come out to me?"
"I suppose I did," replied Hermione.
"Interesting. So for our future grand-kids. Can I tell them this was our first date?"
Hermione relaxed and shyly smiled. "If we must, I suppose." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/857333.html. Thanks for reading
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Pansy/Hermione
Word Count: 430
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione and Pansy reach for the same cake. And then the rest was history.
A/N: For Prompt 5 for
adventdrabbles. Also for "Christmas Party" for
rarepair_shorts Festive Fun Fest 2021.
The cakes on display tonight looked more decadent than ever. Still, Hermione knew what she wanted and she reached for it. Unfortunately for her, someone else's hand brushed against hers, and they grabbed the plate the piece of cake was on first.
At first, she felt a spark against her skin. Then disappointed, she said, "Oh." She was already having a terrible Christmas break and now the last piece of her favourite cake being taken away from her was adding insult to injury.
"Granger?" the person who had stolen Hermione's cake said.
"Oh…" Hermione said again, this time looking at the culprit of her heartache. "Parkinson."
They both stared at each other awkwardly; it was as if Parkinson was scared Hermione was going to hex her. "Did I take your cake?" she asked.
"No. No. That's quite alright."
"Are you certain? I can get something else."
"No. I mean…" Hermione looked longingly at the cake. "If you don't mind…" Then she stopped herself from feeling ridiculous over a bloody piece of cake. "We could share…?"
Parkinson agreed. They took a table by the window and ordered two coffees. The cake, after being heated, arrived at their table with two spoons.
"Didn't take you to be the type to be alone on Christmas Eve," Parkinson said.
"Well…somethings change…" Hermione replied. She waited for Parkinson to take the first bite of the cake before diving in herself. "What about you?"
"Heading home from a party. Had a terrible first date. Let me tell you, never take a girl to a co-worker's Christmas party as a first date. Everyone thought we'd been together long and started spouting lies about me to her. She thought it was all true, of course, and ran out the first chance she got."
"She…?" Hermione asked, reluctantly.
"Why, is that a problem?" Parkinson asked with one eyebrow raised as she pulled the plate of cake slightly towards her.
"No. Not at all!" Hermione said, pulling the plate back to the centre of the table. "Was surprised, is all… Didn't know… I mean… I reckon… Me too."
"You. Too?" Parkinson asked, looking confused.
"Nothing. Forget it…" Hermione said, burying her face in her mug of coffee, feeling embarrassed. She still was getting used to telling people. About her. And never had the right words for once in her life.
"Granger, did you just come out to me?"
"I suppose I did," replied Hermione.
"Interesting. So for our future grand-kids. Can I tell them this was our first date?"
Hermione relaxed and shyly smiled. "If we must, I suppose." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/857333.html. Thanks for reading