Clothes For Christmas
Title: Clothes For Christmas
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 284
Notes/Warning: Post-DH, established relationship.
Written for the Christmas Challenge at dramionedrabble. My quote was: For every little boy who opens a package Christmas morning and finds clothes instead of toys. It breaks my heart. - Jingle all the Way
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"Draco Malfoy, what on earth are you doing?" Hermione asked bemused. She had just finished bringing their daughter to bed only to find her husband sitting under the Christmas tree, a green package with his name in his hand. He was shaking it, obviously trying to guess what it was.
"Hermione, did you give me clothes?" Draco asked appalled. "This feels like clothes."
"Honestly, Draco. I expected that I'd have to chase Ellie away from the presents, but you are worse than her. You'll just have to wait until Christmas morning to find out what I got for you."
"But you didn't really get me clothes, right? That'd would kind of suck."
"I actually did." Hermione grinned. "But I promise you'll like them."
"I doubt that," Draco replied, scowling, giving the present another experimental shake.
"Merlin, Draco, were you this impatient as a kid as well? How did your mother keep you away from the presents?" Hermione asked exasperated.
"Oh, I always knew what I'd get. I'd just make up a list of all the toys I wanted, and my mother sent out a house-elf to get them."
"That's unbelievably sad. The best part about opening a present is the surprise," Hermione commented. "Also, explains why you were such a spoiled brat at school."
"At least I never got any clothes. You aren't really going to make me wear them if I really hate them, are you?"
"Oh, I never said you'd be the one wearing the clothes. Just do me the favour and don't open that present in front of our daughter." Hermione left the living-room, smiling to herself, while Draco was frantically shaking the green package, trying to get a look inside.
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 284
Notes/Warning: Post-DH, established relationship.
Written for the Christmas Challenge at dramionedrabble. My quote was: For every little boy who opens a package Christmas morning and finds clothes instead of toys. It breaks my heart. - Jingle all the Way
Click here to see my Dramione table for 100quills.
"Draco Malfoy, what on earth are you doing?" Hermione asked bemused. She had just finished bringing their daughter to bed only to find her husband sitting under the Christmas tree, a green package with his name in his hand. He was shaking it, obviously trying to guess what it was.
"Hermione, did you give me clothes?" Draco asked appalled. "This feels like clothes."
"Honestly, Draco. I expected that I'd have to chase Ellie away from the presents, but you are worse than her. You'll just have to wait until Christmas morning to find out what I got for you."
"But you didn't really get me clothes, right? That'd would kind of suck."
"I actually did." Hermione grinned. "But I promise you'll like them."
"I doubt that," Draco replied, scowling, giving the present another experimental shake.
"Merlin, Draco, were you this impatient as a kid as well? How did your mother keep you away from the presents?" Hermione asked exasperated.
"Oh, I always knew what I'd get. I'd just make up a list of all the toys I wanted, and my mother sent out a house-elf to get them."
"That's unbelievably sad. The best part about opening a present is the surprise," Hermione commented. "Also, explains why you were such a spoiled brat at school."
"At least I never got any clothes. You aren't really going to make me wear them if I really hate them, are you?"
"Oh, I never said you'd be the one wearing the clothes. Just do me the favour and don't open that present in front of our daughter." Hermione left the living-room, smiling to herself, while Draco was frantically shaking the green package, trying to get a look inside.