Fic: Fighting Chance (Draco/Hermione)
Title: Fighting Chance
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 26. Thousand
Word Count: 625
Summary: Hermione and Draco on the way to their execution, to tell the wizarding world about their relationship.
Warnings: AU where Draco joined the Order after 6th year. Takes place a couple of years after the War.
A/N: Second drabble written for the Christmas Challenge at dramionedrabble. My quote was: We came here to rob them and that's what we're gonna do - beat their heads in, gouge their eyes out, slash their throats. Soon as we wash the dishes. - We're No Angels (I've been assured that this is indeed a quote from a Christmas movie. I'll have to take drcjsnider's word for it.)
Click here to see my Dramione table for 100quills.
"You're not trying to free the house-elves again, are you?" Draco asked when he found Hermione hiding in the kitchens. "Cause five minutes before the Winter Ball starts is not the time to aggravate them."
"No, I was just trying to see if there's anything I can do to help," Hermione said nervously. A passing house-elf heard her and shot her a dirty look, obviously insulted by the mere suggestion that the elves wouldn't be able to cope with their workload and required help.
"I'm sure they've got it all covered," Draco said, amused. "I've never seen you this scared before and we've fought a war together."
"Aren't you worried at all?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"Why? Only because I'm about to walk into a room full of battle-scarred Order members, who pretty much all hate me despite the fact that I have renounced Voldemort and spied for their side at huge personal risk, and tell them that I'm dating their princess? Nah, I'm not worried."
"Whose idea was it anyways to tell everyone that we're together at the Ministry's winter ball?" Hermione asked, wringing her hands.
"Yours, I believe. Something about telling everybody at once, thereby getting it over with quickly." Draco said, leading her through the halls towards the ballroom.
"I can't believe you're not the least bit worried," Hermione said.
"Well, I drank half a bottle of Firewhiskey while getting dressed," Draco admitted. "I might have been slightly nervous before that."
"You think that was wise?" Hermione asked. "I've got a feeling you're going to need all your reflexes. Being drunk might slow you down."
The fact alone that delayed reflexes were the only reasons why Hermione was objecting to his drinking showed Draco just how nervous she really was. He couldn't blame her. He hadn't exaggerating when he had said that most people hated him already. Therefore, he had nothing to loose, except maybe his physical integrity, whereas Hermione desperately wanted the approval of her friends and family.
"Don't worry. I fought most my battles whilst being inebriated," he assured her, the irony not lost on him. They were comparing fighting Death Eaters to telling their friends about their relationship-well, Hermione's friends. "Just don't dump me when Potthead and the Weasel beg you to come to your senses."
"You know I won't." Hermione said.
"This is ridiculous. We should not be scared. It's not like we are about to confess to murder or something!" Draco exclaimed, running a hand through his hair distractedly.
"I think Ron and Harry would actually prefer I turn into the next Dark Lord as long as I don't date you while murdering innocent Muggle," Hermione replied.
"Yeah, you're right. They are going to hex us-or at least me." Draco grimaced. "But on the upside, you are supposedly the smartest witch of our age, and I've learned duelling from Bellatrix Lestrange and the Dark Lord himself. What can a bunch of Order members do?"
"Draco, there are almost a thousand guests invited. It's not just order members, but also their friend's and families, the entire high society of wizarding Britain, the press and selected ambassadors from abroad. I'd say we're slightly outnumbered!"
"Good, gives them a fighting chance," Draco said, grinning. Hermione saw how he adjusted his wand in his sleeve, so it would be in his hand at a moments notice.
"How much Firewhiskey did you say you drank?" she asked, but checked her own wand as well. The best defence was always a strong offence. She had learned that the hard way during the War. At least the surprise element was on their side.
Draco just smirked, grapping her hand in his and pushing the doors to the ballroom open.
"Let's take them down!"
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 26. Thousand
Word Count: 625
Summary: Hermione and Draco on the way to their execution, to tell the wizarding world about their relationship.
Warnings: AU where Draco joined the Order after 6th year. Takes place a couple of years after the War.
A/N: Second drabble written for the Christmas Challenge at dramionedrabble. My quote was: We came here to rob them and that's what we're gonna do - beat their heads in, gouge their eyes out, slash their throats. Soon as we wash the dishes. - We're No Angels (I've been assured that this is indeed a quote from a Christmas movie. I'll have to take drcjsnider's word for it.)
Click here to see my Dramione table for 100quills.
"You're not trying to free the house-elves again, are you?" Draco asked when he found Hermione hiding in the kitchens. "Cause five minutes before the Winter Ball starts is not the time to aggravate them."
"No, I was just trying to see if there's anything I can do to help," Hermione said nervously. A passing house-elf heard her and shot her a dirty look, obviously insulted by the mere suggestion that the elves wouldn't be able to cope with their workload and required help.
"I'm sure they've got it all covered," Draco said, amused. "I've never seen you this scared before and we've fought a war together."
"Aren't you worried at all?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"Why? Only because I'm about to walk into a room full of battle-scarred Order members, who pretty much all hate me despite the fact that I have renounced Voldemort and spied for their side at huge personal risk, and tell them that I'm dating their princess? Nah, I'm not worried."
"Whose idea was it anyways to tell everyone that we're together at the Ministry's winter ball?" Hermione asked, wringing her hands.
"Yours, I believe. Something about telling everybody at once, thereby getting it over with quickly." Draco said, leading her through the halls towards the ballroom.
"I can't believe you're not the least bit worried," Hermione said.
"Well, I drank half a bottle of Firewhiskey while getting dressed," Draco admitted. "I might have been slightly nervous before that."
"You think that was wise?" Hermione asked. "I've got a feeling you're going to need all your reflexes. Being drunk might slow you down."
The fact alone that delayed reflexes were the only reasons why Hermione was objecting to his drinking showed Draco just how nervous she really was. He couldn't blame her. He hadn't exaggerating when he had said that most people hated him already. Therefore, he had nothing to loose, except maybe his physical integrity, whereas Hermione desperately wanted the approval of her friends and family.
"Don't worry. I fought most my battles whilst being inebriated," he assured her, the irony not lost on him. They were comparing fighting Death Eaters to telling their friends about their relationship-well, Hermione's friends. "Just don't dump me when Potthead and the Weasel beg you to come to your senses."
"You know I won't." Hermione said.
"This is ridiculous. We should not be scared. It's not like we are about to confess to murder or something!" Draco exclaimed, running a hand through his hair distractedly.
"I think Ron and Harry would actually prefer I turn into the next Dark Lord as long as I don't date you while murdering innocent Muggle," Hermione replied.
"Yeah, you're right. They are going to hex us-or at least me." Draco grimaced. "But on the upside, you are supposedly the smartest witch of our age, and I've learned duelling from Bellatrix Lestrange and the Dark Lord himself. What can a bunch of Order members do?"
"Draco, there are almost a thousand guests invited. It's not just order members, but also their friend's and families, the entire high society of wizarding Britain, the press and selected ambassadors from abroad. I'd say we're slightly outnumbered!"
"Good, gives them a fighting chance," Draco said, grinning. Hermione saw how he adjusted his wand in his sleeve, so it would be in his hand at a moments notice.
"How much Firewhiskey did you say you drank?" she asked, but checked her own wand as well. The best defence was always a strong offence. She had learned that the hard way during the War. At least the surprise element was on their side.
Draco just smirked, grapping her hand in his and pushing the doors to the ballroom open.
"Let's take them down!"