One Shot: Valentine
Title: Valentine
Characters: Harry/Madame Maxime, Ron, Hermione
Prompt: Challenge 63: Surprise Valentine (randomly picked 2 numbers & got Harry & Madame Maxime, lolz) at hh_writersblock
Rating: G
Genre: Humor/Comedy
Warnings: none
Word Count: 325
Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and Harry gets a surprise.
Notes: Worst. Pick. Ever.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
Harry could feel his ears turning bright red as an owl dropped another pink envelope on the breakfast table in front of him. The pile of pink, red, and white was growing to gargantuan proportions. This heart-shaped envelope was larger than any of the others and was edged in white lace. Bright sparkles appeared to hover around it and it smelled like some sort of flower.
It was revolting.
Hermione and Ron stared at this new addition from their own piles of colorful cards. “That’s a big one, Harry,” Ron commented eyes wide with a look of relief on his face. “Some girl must reeeeeeeally fancy you.”
“And why not, Ron?” questioned Hermione as she poked the redhead sharply in the ribs. “Harry’s quite eligible, and you shouldn’t tease.” She turned back to Harry. “Who’s it from?”
Harry shrugged.
Ron leaned in wide-eyed, “Maybe it’s from Cho.”
Trying not to get his hopes up, Harry slipped his finger under the seal and opened the card up. With a twist, it jumped out of his hands and floated delicately in the air in front of him. More glittery sprinkles fluttered out and the valentine glistened in the morning light.
Just when Harry thought it couldn’t get any worse, the card opened up, and spoke to him in a loud French accent.
“‘appy Valentine’s Day, young ‘arry! I ‘ope you ‘ave a anuzzer seemply extraordinaire time in ze second task! Cordialement, Madame Maxine.”
Harry heart leaped into his throat as he looked frantically at Ron and Hermione. They were staring at the valentine, which had finally fallen to the table, with wide eyes. Harry looked around him, but no one else in the boisterous room appeared to be paying attention. He was about to give a sigh of relief when, seated at the professor’s table, Madame Maxine caught his eye and wiggled her fingers coyly.
Harry ducked his head and turned an even brighter shade of red.
Characters: Harry/Madame Maxime, Ron, Hermione
Prompt: Challenge 63: Surprise Valentine (randomly picked 2 numbers & got Harry & Madame Maxime, lolz) at hh_writersblock
Rating: G
Genre: Humor/Comedy
Warnings: none
Word Count: 325
Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and Harry gets a surprise.
Notes: Worst. Pick. Ever.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
Harry could feel his ears turning bright red as an owl dropped another pink envelope on the breakfast table in front of him. The pile of pink, red, and white was growing to gargantuan proportions. This heart-shaped envelope was larger than any of the others and was edged in white lace. Bright sparkles appeared to hover around it and it smelled like some sort of flower.
It was revolting.
Hermione and Ron stared at this new addition from their own piles of colorful cards. “That’s a big one, Harry,” Ron commented eyes wide with a look of relief on his face. “Some girl must reeeeeeeally fancy you.”
“And why not, Ron?” questioned Hermione as she poked the redhead sharply in the ribs. “Harry’s quite eligible, and you shouldn’t tease.” She turned back to Harry. “Who’s it from?”
Harry shrugged.
Ron leaned in wide-eyed, “Maybe it’s from Cho.”
Trying not to get his hopes up, Harry slipped his finger under the seal and opened the card up. With a twist, it jumped out of his hands and floated delicately in the air in front of him. More glittery sprinkles fluttered out and the valentine glistened in the morning light.
Just when Harry thought it couldn’t get any worse, the card opened up, and spoke to him in a loud French accent.
“‘appy Valentine’s Day, young ‘arry! I ‘ope you ‘ave a anuzzer seemply extraordinaire time in ze second task! Cordialement, Madame Maxine.”
Harry heart leaped into his throat as he looked frantically at Ron and Hermione. They were staring at the valentine, which had finally fallen to the table, with wide eyes. Harry looked around him, but no one else in the boisterous room appeared to be paying attention. He was about to give a sigh of relief when, seated at the professor’s table, Madame Maxine caught his eye and wiggled her fingers coyly.
Harry ducked his head and turned an even brighter shade of red.