Fic: Going Home: Part Twelve
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alisanneTitle: Going Home: Part Twelve
Author:alisanne
Word count: 790
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger.
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slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 12 (traditional): Harrods, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas Bonus.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: Part 12 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Past Twelve
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The Ministry’s lobby was relatively empty. “Looks like a lot of people are on holiday right now,” Harry said as they walked towards the lifts.
“Makes sense,” said Hermione. “Most places are on a skeleton crew at this time of year.”
“Not the shops,” pointed out Harry. “Last week I had to go to Harrods before Draco and I headed for the cabin, and it was packed.”
“Well, yes, but that’s Harrods,” Hermione replied just as they arrived at the lifts. “Between all the tourists and the business people who work around there, it’s always heaving.”
Harry pushed the lift button. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”
“So, are you going to tell me?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.
Harry frowned. “Tell you what?”
She rolled her eyes. “What you got there?”
“At Harrods?” At her impatient nod, Harry grinned. “Draco likes their mint humbugs, so I always get him some during the season.” He pursed his lips. “Damn. Right now they’re sitting on the table in the cabin. I could use one about now.”
“Oh.” Hermione sighed. “I was hoping for something exciting. Like romantic jewellery.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Like I would dare buy Draco jewellery? Do you know how dangerous that would be? He’s particular about the buttons on his Unspeakable uniforms, so imagine how he’d be about jewellery.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, I suppose that makes sense. I was just hoping for a good story. Like you’d spent your Christmas bonus on something insanely impractical and romantic that he berated you for but secretly loved.”
“Er, no, sorry.” Harry smiled faintly. “If I do ever do go shopping for something like that, though, I’ll take you along with me, all right?”
Hermione laughed. “I’m holding you to that.”
The lift finally arrived, and they stepped on, Harry nodding at a fellow Auror. “Hey, Burke.”
“Potter.” Burke frowned. “I thought you were on holiday?”
Harry sighed. “Technically I am, but I’m doing an errand for…someone and I need to use the library.”
“Ah, okay.” Burke shrugged, hitting the button for floor two as Harry hit six. The lift lurched to two. “See you later, Potter,” he said before exiting. “Happy Christmas.”
“You, too,” Harry called after him as the lift doors closed. “The library’s on floor eight,” he continued once the door had closed. “Right below the Department of Mysteries.”
“Lovely.” Hermione rubbed her hands together. “Isn’t this exciting?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “I realise books are your thing, Hermione, but no, I wouldn’t call this exciting. Exciting would have been if Draco and I could have stayed in the mountains and fu…er snogged by the fire every night while I fed him Harrods’ mint humbugs in between kisses.”
Hermione snorted. “That does sound nice, but honestly, the way you two act together, I’d assumed that was a regular Monday night for you.” She rolled her eyes.
Hearing an edge to her voice, Harry frowned, crossing his arms across his chest. “And what does that mean?”
“You know,” she said, waving a hand. “You and Draco are always attached at the hip, and he’s always making you dinner, and you’re always planning romantic weekend getaways…” Hermione bit her lip. “Don’t be cross, it’s just…the two of you are almost too perfect together. It’s a bit nauseating how you never fight, and how you’re always so sweet and loving with each other, truth be told.”
Blinking, Harry said, “What on earth are you talking about? We used to be enemies for Merlin’s sake! We fought on opposite sides of the war and everything!”
“That was years ago! Nowadays all the two of you do is make doe eyes at each other! Why do you think no one wants to go out with you anymor—” Hermione’s eyes went big and she took a breath. “And I didn’t mean to say any of that.”
Harry was staring at her. “You can’t stop now. Out with the rest of it. You clearly weren’t done.”
“Damn,” muttered Hermione, looking uncomfortable. “Honestly, Harry, I didn’t mean to bring this up now.”
“Or ever?” asked Harry flatly. He raised an eyebrow. “Well, now that you have, you may as well finish.”
Just then, the lift screeched to a stop. “Here we are at eight,” Hermione said brightly. “Maybe we can finish this another time? I really need to get inside and start researching.”
“Hermione,” Harry snapped. “Tell me. Where did all that come from?” He frowned as she turned her face away. “Don’t turn away from me, what—?”
Hermione sobbed.
Harry froze. “Hermione? What’s going on here?”
Hermione’s red eyes met Harry’s. “Oh, Harry!” she wailed, throwing herself at him. “I think Ron and I are breaking up!”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Thirteen (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneWord count: 790
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 12 (traditional): Harrods, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas Bonus.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: Part 12 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
~
Going Home: Past Twelve
~
The Ministry’s lobby was relatively empty. “Looks like a lot of people are on holiday right now,” Harry said as they walked towards the lifts.
“Makes sense,” said Hermione. “Most places are on a skeleton crew at this time of year.”
“Not the shops,” pointed out Harry. “Last week I had to go to Harrods before Draco and I headed for the cabin, and it was packed.”
“Well, yes, but that’s Harrods,” Hermione replied just as they arrived at the lifts. “Between all the tourists and the business people who work around there, it’s always heaving.”
Harry pushed the lift button. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”
“So, are you going to tell me?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.
Harry frowned. “Tell you what?”
She rolled her eyes. “What you got there?”
“At Harrods?” At her impatient nod, Harry grinned. “Draco likes their mint humbugs, so I always get him some during the season.” He pursed his lips. “Damn. Right now they’re sitting on the table in the cabin. I could use one about now.”
“Oh.” Hermione sighed. “I was hoping for something exciting. Like romantic jewellery.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Like I would dare buy Draco jewellery? Do you know how dangerous that would be? He’s particular about the buttons on his Unspeakable uniforms, so imagine how he’d be about jewellery.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, I suppose that makes sense. I was just hoping for a good story. Like you’d spent your Christmas bonus on something insanely impractical and romantic that he berated you for but secretly loved.”
“Er, no, sorry.” Harry smiled faintly. “If I do ever do go shopping for something like that, though, I’ll take you along with me, all right?”
Hermione laughed. “I’m holding you to that.”
The lift finally arrived, and they stepped on, Harry nodding at a fellow Auror. “Hey, Burke.”
“Potter.” Burke frowned. “I thought you were on holiday?”
Harry sighed. “Technically I am, but I’m doing an errand for…someone and I need to use the library.”
“Ah, okay.” Burke shrugged, hitting the button for floor two as Harry hit six. The lift lurched to two. “See you later, Potter,” he said before exiting. “Happy Christmas.”
“You, too,” Harry called after him as the lift doors closed. “The library’s on floor eight,” he continued once the door had closed. “Right below the Department of Mysteries.”
“Lovely.” Hermione rubbed her hands together. “Isn’t this exciting?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “I realise books are your thing, Hermione, but no, I wouldn’t call this exciting. Exciting would have been if Draco and I could have stayed in the mountains and fu…er snogged by the fire every night while I fed him Harrods’ mint humbugs in between kisses.”
Hermione snorted. “That does sound nice, but honestly, the way you two act together, I’d assumed that was a regular Monday night for you.” She rolled her eyes.
Hearing an edge to her voice, Harry frowned, crossing his arms across his chest. “And what does that mean?”
“You know,” she said, waving a hand. “You and Draco are always attached at the hip, and he’s always making you dinner, and you’re always planning romantic weekend getaways…” Hermione bit her lip. “Don’t be cross, it’s just…the two of you are almost too perfect together. It’s a bit nauseating how you never fight, and how you’re always so sweet and loving with each other, truth be told.”
Blinking, Harry said, “What on earth are you talking about? We used to be enemies for Merlin’s sake! We fought on opposite sides of the war and everything!”
“That was years ago! Nowadays all the two of you do is make doe eyes at each other! Why do you think no one wants to go out with you anymor—” Hermione’s eyes went big and she took a breath. “And I didn’t mean to say any of that.”
Harry was staring at her. “You can’t stop now. Out with the rest of it. You clearly weren’t done.”
“Damn,” muttered Hermione, looking uncomfortable. “Honestly, Harry, I didn’t mean to bring this up now.”
“Or ever?” asked Harry flatly. He raised an eyebrow. “Well, now that you have, you may as well finish.”
Just then, the lift screeched to a stop. “Here we are at eight,” Hermione said brightly. “Maybe we can finish this another time? I really need to get inside and start researching.”
“Hermione,” Harry snapped. “Tell me. Where did all that come from?” He frowned as she turned her face away. “Don’t turn away from me, what—?”
Hermione sobbed.
Harry froze. “Hermione? What’s going on here?”
Hermione’s red eyes met Harry’s. “Oh, Harry!” she wailed, throwing herself at him. “I think Ron and I are breaking up!”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Thirteen (LJ/IJ/DW).
