Valentine's Challenge Prompt 1: A Single Rose
Title: A Single Rose
Author: shy_of_reality
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,228
Notes/Warning: Prompt 1 (Roses)
Hermione forced herself to focus on the report she was reading as yet another co-worker received a delivery of flowers. At least five of the women in her office had gotten flowers today and five others had brought flowers in with them that morning, making her desk the only one without flowers.
At first she told herself that it didn’t matter, she didn’t need flowers, but as she breathed in more of the floral scents, she was starting to get mad.
She and Draco had been married for six weeks and while they didn’t have the most conventional marriage, she certainly deserved some recognition that it was Valentine’s Day. Especially if they wanted to convince people that they got married because they were in love and not for convenience.
Of course, they had gotten married for convenience. With their marriage, the Malfoy name got a much needed boost and she got the benefits of being part of an old wizarding family.
People already suspected that that was why they had gotten married, especially since they had made a couple social appearances together before getting married on New Year’s Eve with only Harry and Pansy in attendance.
The rumors were just getting started, though. As soon as she started showing, they would assume they had gotten married because she was pregnant. The truth was that her pregnancy was an unintentional result of a drunken night a week before their wedding.
While she had agreed to produce a Malfoy heir, she had planned to wait at least five years to do so, but she had wrongly trusted Draco to cast the conception charm and now she had angry pregnancy hormones charging through her body.
She made it through the last couple hours of work then headed to the small house that she and Draco shared on the property of the Malfoy estate.
Stepping out of the fireplace, Hermione tossed her traveling cloak and briefcase of the floor then shouted, “DRACO MALFOY.”
Dressed from head to toe in black, her husband came out of the dining room.
“Do you know what day it is?” She asked him.
“February 14th,” he replied.
“That’s right,” she said, crossing her arms. “So it’s kind of funny that the only person at work who didn’t receive anything for Valentine’s Day was the one who has only been married for six weeks.”
“I wasn’t aware you wanted me to send you flowers at work,” he replied. “Did you tell me?”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you!” She exclaimed before launching into the rumors she had heard about them at work and what she knew people must be thinking.
“Are you finished?” He asked her once she finished talking.
“No!” She exclaimed.
“Fine, when you’re finished, I’ll be in the kitchen,” he said before turning and going into the kitchen.
Livid, she stormed after him, ready to tell him he could sleep on the couch, but a pleasant smell hit her nose as she entered the kitchen. Snapping her mouth closed, she looked around the messy kitchen and saw that nearly every dish they owned was on the counter.
“What happened in here? Where is Winky?” She asked.
“I sent Winky up to the manor for the evening,” he replied.
“So who made this mess?” She asked.
“I’ve been cooking you a romantic Valentine’s dinner,” he stated. “It’s almost done, too.”
“Yo- you made dinner?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I thought it would be more romantic than cheap flowers or dinner at a crowded restaurant.”
“I- it is,” she said in disbelief.
“Go clean up, dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” he told her.
Leaving the kitchen, Hermione went up to their room and changed out of her suit and into a red dress. Standing in front of the mirror, she ran her hand over her still flat stomach and smiled knowing that this would be the last time she’d be able to wear this dress until after the baby was born. Pulling her hair out of the bun she wore it in for work, she fluffed it with her hands then applied some lip gloss to her lips before she left the bedroom.
She arrived in the dining just as Draco was placing their dinner of chicken, pasta and salad on the table.
“It smells fantastic, Draco,” she said.
“It should, I’ve been working on it all afternoon,” he replied, pulling a chair out for her.
She took her seat and he pushed her in, then, instead of going to the other end of the table, he sat down in the seat next to her. He lifted his wand and pointed it at the record player in the corner, turning it on.
“Mmm,” she said after tasting what he had made. “This is delicious.”
“Better than flowers?” He smirked.
“Much better,” she nodded.
They ate in a comfortable silence then he went into the kitchen and brought out dessert.
“Do you want me to help clean up?” She asked once they had finished.
“No, I’ve got it,” he replied. “Go relax.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand. “Go, Hermione.”
She left the dining room and settled onto the sofa in the sitting room. She picked up a book and started reading it.
Draco joined her awhile later and sat down on the other end of the sofa.
“Give me your feet,” he said.
She cocked her head to the side as she swiveled her body so her feet were in his lap. He took her shoes off of her then began to massage her feet.
“Oh, Draco,” she moaned, the book falling to the floor with a thud. “That feels fantastic.”
As he worked all the knots out of her feet, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the sofa.
“Hermione,” she heard him say while softly shaking her. “It’s time to get up.”
Opening her eyes, she found herself not in the sitting room, but in their bedroom.
“What time is it?” She asked.
“Seven am,” he replied. “You fell asleep while I was massaging your feet, so I carried you up.”
“Draco, I’m sorry about last night,” she said. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s fine,” he smiled. “You were exhausted. Carrying a Malfoy is a tough job.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Take a shower, I’ll go make you breakfast.”
Hermione quickly showered and dressed for work before going down stairs. She ate the toast he had prepared for her then floo’d to work.
She had been there for just over an hour when she heard whispering. Confused, she looked up and found Draco walking towards her.
“What are you doing here?” She asked him.
“Came to give you this,” he held out a single red rose. “And thank you for the best Valentine’s Day I ever had.”
She blushed as she accepted the flower.
“Go on, kiss the man,” one of her coworkers prompted and the others echoed their agreement.
Blushing even more, Hermione stepped towards him and gave him a kiss on the check.
“Don’t think that’s what they meant,” Draco smirked before supporting the back of her head with his hand and tipping her backwards for a show stopping kiss.
“Wow,” she said once she was standing upright again.
“See you at home,” he said before sauntering out of the office.
Author: shy_of_reality
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,228
Notes/Warning: Prompt 1 (Roses)
Hermione forced herself to focus on the report she was reading as yet another co-worker received a delivery of flowers. At least five of the women in her office had gotten flowers today and five others had brought flowers in with them that morning, making her desk the only one without flowers.
At first she told herself that it didn’t matter, she didn’t need flowers, but as she breathed in more of the floral scents, she was starting to get mad.
She and Draco had been married for six weeks and while they didn’t have the most conventional marriage, she certainly deserved some recognition that it was Valentine’s Day. Especially if they wanted to convince people that they got married because they were in love and not for convenience.
Of course, they had gotten married for convenience. With their marriage, the Malfoy name got a much needed boost and she got the benefits of being part of an old wizarding family.
People already suspected that that was why they had gotten married, especially since they had made a couple social appearances together before getting married on New Year’s Eve with only Harry and Pansy in attendance.
The rumors were just getting started, though. As soon as she started showing, they would assume they had gotten married because she was pregnant. The truth was that her pregnancy was an unintentional result of a drunken night a week before their wedding.
While she had agreed to produce a Malfoy heir, she had planned to wait at least five years to do so, but she had wrongly trusted Draco to cast the conception charm and now she had angry pregnancy hormones charging through her body.
She made it through the last couple hours of work then headed to the small house that she and Draco shared on the property of the Malfoy estate.
Stepping out of the fireplace, Hermione tossed her traveling cloak and briefcase of the floor then shouted, “DRACO MALFOY.”
Dressed from head to toe in black, her husband came out of the dining room.
“Do you know what day it is?” She asked him.
“February 14th,” he replied.
“That’s right,” she said, crossing her arms. “So it’s kind of funny that the only person at work who didn’t receive anything for Valentine’s Day was the one who has only been married for six weeks.”
“I wasn’t aware you wanted me to send you flowers at work,” he replied. “Did you tell me?”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you!” She exclaimed before launching into the rumors she had heard about them at work and what she knew people must be thinking.
“Are you finished?” He asked her once she finished talking.
“No!” She exclaimed.
“Fine, when you’re finished, I’ll be in the kitchen,” he said before turning and going into the kitchen.
Livid, she stormed after him, ready to tell him he could sleep on the couch, but a pleasant smell hit her nose as she entered the kitchen. Snapping her mouth closed, she looked around the messy kitchen and saw that nearly every dish they owned was on the counter.
“What happened in here? Where is Winky?” She asked.
“I sent Winky up to the manor for the evening,” he replied.
“So who made this mess?” She asked.
“I’ve been cooking you a romantic Valentine’s dinner,” he stated. “It’s almost done, too.”
“Yo- you made dinner?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I thought it would be more romantic than cheap flowers or dinner at a crowded restaurant.”
“I- it is,” she said in disbelief.
“Go clean up, dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” he told her.
Leaving the kitchen, Hermione went up to their room and changed out of her suit and into a red dress. Standing in front of the mirror, she ran her hand over her still flat stomach and smiled knowing that this would be the last time she’d be able to wear this dress until after the baby was born. Pulling her hair out of the bun she wore it in for work, she fluffed it with her hands then applied some lip gloss to her lips before she left the bedroom.
She arrived in the dining just as Draco was placing their dinner of chicken, pasta and salad on the table.
“It smells fantastic, Draco,” she said.
“It should, I’ve been working on it all afternoon,” he replied, pulling a chair out for her.
She took her seat and he pushed her in, then, instead of going to the other end of the table, he sat down in the seat next to her. He lifted his wand and pointed it at the record player in the corner, turning it on.
“Mmm,” she said after tasting what he had made. “This is delicious.”
“Better than flowers?” He smirked.
“Much better,” she nodded.
They ate in a comfortable silence then he went into the kitchen and brought out dessert.
“Do you want me to help clean up?” She asked once they had finished.
“No, I’ve got it,” he replied. “Go relax.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand. “Go, Hermione.”
She left the dining room and settled onto the sofa in the sitting room. She picked up a book and started reading it.
Draco joined her awhile later and sat down on the other end of the sofa.
“Give me your feet,” he said.
She cocked her head to the side as she swiveled her body so her feet were in his lap. He took her shoes off of her then began to massage her feet.
“Oh, Draco,” she moaned, the book falling to the floor with a thud. “That feels fantastic.”
As he worked all the knots out of her feet, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the sofa.
“Hermione,” she heard him say while softly shaking her. “It’s time to get up.”
Opening her eyes, she found herself not in the sitting room, but in their bedroom.
“What time is it?” She asked.
“Seven am,” he replied. “You fell asleep while I was massaging your feet, so I carried you up.”
“Draco, I’m sorry about last night,” she said. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s fine,” he smiled. “You were exhausted. Carrying a Malfoy is a tough job.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Take a shower, I’ll go make you breakfast.”
Hermione quickly showered and dressed for work before going down stairs. She ate the toast he had prepared for her then floo’d to work.
She had been there for just over an hour when she heard whispering. Confused, she looked up and found Draco walking towards her.
“What are you doing here?” She asked him.
“Came to give you this,” he held out a single red rose. “And thank you for the best Valentine’s Day I ever had.”
She blushed as she accepted the flower.
“Go on, kiss the man,” one of her coworkers prompted and the others echoed their agreement.
Blushing even more, Hermione stepped towards him and gave him a kiss on the check.
“Don’t think that’s what they meant,” Draco smirked before supporting the back of her head with his hand and tipping her backwards for a show stopping kiss.
“Wow,” she said once she was standing upright again.
“See you at home,” he said before sauntering out of the office.