Fic: A Few of My Favourite Things
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robs55.
Personally, I can see them getting along because they're in so many classes together and they're both smart (and get past that little incident in 3rd year), but I can't see the romance angle. Of course, I can't see any of the canon romances either, so what do I know?
At any rate, I thought I would take my "I-just-don't-see-what-they'd-have-in-common" doubts and run with them. (I kinda stumbled along with them, but it's at least moving in the right direction.)
Title: A Few of My Favourite Things
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 359
Warnings: Het (gah, my eyes, my eyes!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, but wish they were. I could use some eye-candy and a little help with my course-work.
It was nice being a Prefect and Head Boy. He had his own room, for a start. Of course, it was even better when his girlfriend did too, but having said that, he’d never been in it. There was no way he’d step foot up there if he didn’t absolutely have to.
Besides, the other two parts of the Golden Trio were firmly ensconced in the Tower with their respective partners and he’d be damned if he had to watch the Weasel sucking even more face with that Brown girl than he already did in public and see Potter and Finnegan make googly-eyes at each other all night.
No, his room was perfect: his dorm-mates knew to leave them alone and he also got the added bonus of having his own stuff around him — particularly his favourite pillow. But damned if he’d tell her that.
They lounged on the bed, Ancient Rune books and parchment spread out around them, but they’d moved on from the assignments to discuss topics of much greater importance:
“Favourite sport?” he asked.
“Figure skating,” she replied
“Ugh, too poncey. Favourite city?”
“Paris.”
“Noisy, dirty, full of French people.”
“Isn’t your family originally —?”
“Doesn’t matter. Favourite food?”
“Macaroni cheese.”
“Baby food. Favourite animal?”
“Cats, of course.”
“Disloyal fleabags. Favourite colour?”
“Uh...purple.”
“Too girly. Favourite writer?”
“Shakespeare.”
“Too flowery. Favourite historical person?”
“Albert Einstein.”
“Terrible hair. Favourite Muggle movie?”
She looked embarrassed and didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, “Titanic.”
“Oh no, Hermione, anything but that!”
“Sorry.”
“Quick, favourite singer?”
“Robbie Williams.”
“Who? Never mind. Favourite season?”
“Summer.”
“Too hot. Favourite subject at school?”
“Arithmancy.”
“Too impractical. Uh...favourite pizza toppings?”
“Uh...mushrooms, olives, and sweetcorn.”
“Eeeewww.”
“It appears, Draco, we have very little in common; you don’t like anything I do. One wonders why we’re together at all...”
She’d used her studious voice, like she was trying to work out an equation. He jumped in before she could realise that there wasn’t much on the other side of the equals sign.
“Nonsense. For instance, I love what you’re doing with your foot right now.”
“Well,” she replied with a sly smile. “That’s a start...”
The End
hp_uk_meetup for the lovely robs55.Personally, I can see them getting along because they're in so many classes together and they're both smart (and get past that little incident in 3rd year), but I can't see the romance angle. Of course, I can't see any of the canon romances either, so what do I know?
At any rate, I thought I would take my "I-just-don't-see-what-they'd-have-in-common" doubts and run with them. (I kinda stumbled along with them, but it's at least moving in the right direction.)
Title: A Few of My Favourite Things
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 359
Warnings: Het (gah, my eyes, my eyes!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, but wish they were. I could use some eye-candy and a little help with my course-work.
It was nice being a Prefect and Head Boy. He had his own room, for a start. Of course, it was even better when his girlfriend did too, but having said that, he’d never been in it. There was no way he’d step foot up there if he didn’t absolutely have to.
Besides, the other two parts of the Golden Trio were firmly ensconced in the Tower with their respective partners and he’d be damned if he had to watch the Weasel sucking even more face with that Brown girl than he already did in public and see Potter and Finnegan make googly-eyes at each other all night.
No, his room was perfect: his dorm-mates knew to leave them alone and he also got the added bonus of having his own stuff around him — particularly his favourite pillow. But damned if he’d tell her that.
They lounged on the bed, Ancient Rune books and parchment spread out around them, but they’d moved on from the assignments to discuss topics of much greater importance:
“Favourite sport?” he asked.
“Figure skating,” she replied
“Ugh, too poncey. Favourite city?”
“Paris.”
“Noisy, dirty, full of French people.”
“Isn’t your family originally —?”
“Doesn’t matter. Favourite food?”
“Macaroni cheese.”
“Baby food. Favourite animal?”
“Cats, of course.”
“Disloyal fleabags. Favourite colour?”
“Uh...purple.”
“Too girly. Favourite writer?”
“Shakespeare.”
“Too flowery. Favourite historical person?”
“Albert Einstein.”
“Terrible hair. Favourite Muggle movie?”
She looked embarrassed and didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, “Titanic.”
“Oh no, Hermione, anything but that!”
“Sorry.”
“Quick, favourite singer?”
“Robbie Williams.”
“Who? Never mind. Favourite season?”
“Summer.”
“Too hot. Favourite subject at school?”
“Arithmancy.”
“Too impractical. Uh...favourite pizza toppings?”
“Uh...mushrooms, olives, and sweetcorn.”
“Eeeewww.”
“It appears, Draco, we have very little in common; you don’t like anything I do. One wonders why we’re together at all...”
She’d used her studious voice, like she was trying to work out an equation. He jumped in before she could realise that there wasn’t much on the other side of the equals sign.
“Nonsense. For instance, I love what you’re doing with your foot right now.”
“Well,” she replied with a sly smile. “That’s a start...”
The End
