Fic: Supportive Partnership (Draco/Hermione)
Title: Supportive Partnership
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 09. Metal
Word Count: 499
Summary: Draco accompanies Hermione to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: This was supposed to be my entry for dyno_drabbles, but apaprentyl I was 12 minutes late and they refuse to post it. Whatever. Hope you guys like it. Drabbles had to be less than 500 words, humorous and take place at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
“Remind me again why I’m here, Granger?” Draco asked. He critically eyed the colourful items on the shelf beside him, but was smart enough not to touch any.
“Because the Weasleys are like family to me and George needs all the support he can get at the anniversary of the opening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. He misses Fred a lot; especially today,” Hermione answered patiently.
“But what has that got to do with me?” Draco asked, sounding more like a five-year-old than the twenty years old wizard he was.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “You are my boyfriend and our relationship is supposed to be a partnership. We support each other.”
“So I have to support you in supporting the Weasel clan? That’s just stupid.”
“No, that is what a giving partnership is all about.”
“You read that in a book, didn’t you?
“And what is wrong with reading books?”
“Nothing…” Draco drawled. Luckily he was prevented from saying anything else by a group of first years who ran past.
“Watch it,” he yelled after them, but the children paid him little mind.
“I think I better go over to see if George can use any help,” Hermione announced. “Look at him, he seems so sad.”
Draco watched her making her way over to the counter where the owner of the shop and remaining Weasley twin was standing. Draco stayed where he was, looking around the shop, bored. Suddenly he noticed that Ron Weasley was staring at him intently.
Usually the Weasel was ignoring Draco and Draco was ignoring him. Draco would very much prefer hexing the idiot, but last time he and Weasel had gotten in a duel, it had taken two weeks of apologizing and a membership at SPEW to get Hermione to forgive him.
However, Ron apparently didn’t mind provoking Hermione’s wrath. Without any warning, he threw a metal orb the size of a ping pong ball at Draco. His Seeker reflexes had Draco catch it automatically, but the second his fingers closed around the orb, Draco felt a slight tingle spread through his body. Then he felt his very form melt and transform into a man-sized ferret.
“Morphing Orbs!” Ron shouted gleefully and the entire store erupted into cheers and laughter.
Just a couple of minutes later, Draco changed back to his usual, human form, but the laughter didn’t stop. Even George had tears of laughter streaming down his face.
Hermione rushed to Draco’s side. “Oh, Draco, you cheered George up, how nice of you.”
“Granger, the only thing that’s worse than being transformed into a ferret in front of all these people is being called nice.”
“Sorry, honey,” Hermione said. She seemed to be trying not to laugh, but was losing the battle.
“I think I’ve been supportive enough for at least a decade. Let’s go,” Draco snapped, turning around and leaving the store, accompanied by his still giggling girlfriend and another round of cheers from the witches and wizards in the shop.
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 09. Metal
Word Count: 499
Summary: Draco accompanies Hermione to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: This was supposed to be my entry for dyno_drabbles, but apaprentyl I was 12 minutes late and they refuse to post it. Whatever. Hope you guys like it. Drabbles had to be less than 500 words, humorous and take place at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
“Remind me again why I’m here, Granger?” Draco asked. He critically eyed the colourful items on the shelf beside him, but was smart enough not to touch any.
“Because the Weasleys are like family to me and George needs all the support he can get at the anniversary of the opening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. He misses Fred a lot; especially today,” Hermione answered patiently.
“But what has that got to do with me?” Draco asked, sounding more like a five-year-old than the twenty years old wizard he was.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “You are my boyfriend and our relationship is supposed to be a partnership. We support each other.”
“So I have to support you in supporting the Weasel clan? That’s just stupid.”
“No, that is what a giving partnership is all about.”
“You read that in a book, didn’t you?
“And what is wrong with reading books?”
“Nothing…” Draco drawled. Luckily he was prevented from saying anything else by a group of first years who ran past.
“Watch it,” he yelled after them, but the children paid him little mind.
“I think I better go over to see if George can use any help,” Hermione announced. “Look at him, he seems so sad.”
Draco watched her making her way over to the counter where the owner of the shop and remaining Weasley twin was standing. Draco stayed where he was, looking around the shop, bored. Suddenly he noticed that Ron Weasley was staring at him intently.
Usually the Weasel was ignoring Draco and Draco was ignoring him. Draco would very much prefer hexing the idiot, but last time he and Weasel had gotten in a duel, it had taken two weeks of apologizing and a membership at SPEW to get Hermione to forgive him.
However, Ron apparently didn’t mind provoking Hermione’s wrath. Without any warning, he threw a metal orb the size of a ping pong ball at Draco. His Seeker reflexes had Draco catch it automatically, but the second his fingers closed around the orb, Draco felt a slight tingle spread through his body. Then he felt his very form melt and transform into a man-sized ferret.
“Morphing Orbs!” Ron shouted gleefully and the entire store erupted into cheers and laughter.
Just a couple of minutes later, Draco changed back to his usual, human form, but the laughter didn’t stop. Even George had tears of laughter streaming down his face.
Hermione rushed to Draco’s side. “Oh, Draco, you cheered George up, how nice of you.”
“Granger, the only thing that’s worse than being transformed into a ferret in front of all these people is being called nice.”
“Sorry, honey,” Hermione said. She seemed to be trying not to laugh, but was losing the battle.
“I think I’ve been supportive enough for at least a decade. Let’s go,” Draco snapped, turning around and leaving the store, accompanied by his still giggling girlfriend and another round of cheers from the witches and wizards in the shop.