Fic: Dinner Disaster
Title: Dinner Disaster
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alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley.
Word Count: 795
Warnings: None.
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slythindor100's prompt # 24: Christmas feast, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Kitchen disaster. Part 24 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Dinner Disaster
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Harry raised his head and looked around. “Merlin, I think we’re back already,” he said.
Malfoy, his lips swollen and red from kissing Harry, blinked. “Hm?”
“We’re back at the barn,” Harry said. “And I think the bloke who rented us the sleigh wants it back.”
“Oh! Right!” Malfoy began doing up his buttons. “Where to now?”
“No idea.” Harry made sure he was presentable before setting aside the fur blanket that had been covering them. “I already suggested my place—”
“Mother will find us there.” Malfoy pursed his lips. “Don’t you have any friends who’d be willing to hide us for a day or so?”
Harry snorted. “What’s wrong with your friends?”
“Nothing.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Except Mother knows them all and could easily track me down at any of their houses. She’s less likely to show up at one of your friends houses.”
“Fair point.” Climbing down from the sleigh, he helped Malfoy down, too. “I may have an idea of somewhere we can go.”
“Lovely.” Malfoy waved to the man, then turned to Harry. “Lead on.”
“Okay.” Grasping Malfoy’s arm, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated. Within moments they were standing in front of a cottage. “Let’s see if anyone’s home,” said Harry.
“Whose home is this?” asked Malfoy, looking around.
Before harry could answer the door opened and Hermione was standing there. “Harry?” Her eyebrow went up when she saw Malfoy with him. “Malfoy?”
“We’re hiding from Mrs Malfoy,” said Harry. “Can we come in?”
Shaking her head, Hermione nevertheless stepped aside. “I take you haven’t figured out how to separate yet?” she said once they were both inside.
Harry coughed. “Actually, we haven’t been working on that too much.”
She frowned. “Then what have you been…Oh!” Her face pink, Hermione gestured at the sofa. “Have a seat. In fact, you picked a good time to visit. I’m doing a test run of Christmas dinner.”
Harry blinked. “You’re cooking? What’s wrong with Molly?”
“Nothing, I just thought it was my turn. Molly shouldn’t have to do it every year.”
“Okay.” Harry shrugged. “Malfoy and I are willing to be experimented on, right, Malfoy?”
Malfoy looked at Harry. “Um.”
“Right, Malfoy?” Harry repeated, deep meaning in his voice.
“Sounds delightful.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “You need to work on your sincerity.”
Sniffing, Malfoy said, “And you may need to check on your—” He sniffed again. “Gravy, I think?”
A look of horror crossed Hermione’s face and she raced into the kitchen. “No!” she cried.
Harry and Malfoy followed more slowly, and when they walked in it looked like a disaster zone. Some sort of brown glop was bubbling up out of one saucepan, there was smoke billowing from the oven, and Hermione was peering inside another pot, a resigned look on her face.
“Take away?” suggested Malfoy.
Hermione glared at him, then huffed. “Much as I hate to agree, that may be best.” Shaking her head, she drew her wand. “I should Banish this mess before Ron gets home.”
As if summoned by her words, the Floo sounded and a moment later Ron walked in. He blinked when he saw Harry and Malfoy, and his eyes got big when he saw the kitchen disaster. “Practice dinner not going well?”
“Understatement,” murmured Malfoy.
Hermione shot him a flat look. “You’re welcome to go home to your mother’s for dinner. Oh, wait—”
“Ouch.” Malfoy mimed being wounded. “Sorry.”
Hermione snorted and Ron immediately went to her, hugging her. “It’s okay. Mum will be happy to cook—”
“No!” Hermione stamped her foot. “It shouldn’t be this hard to produce a decent Christmas meal!” She gestured at a cookery magazine cover, which featured a perfect holiday meal down to the a cake with the words ‘Happy Christmas’, spelled out in calligraphic font. “It’s not fair.”
Malfoy coughed. “You know, this is why people have elves.”
Harry immediately clutched Malfoy’s arm, but it was too late. Hermione wrenched herself from Ron’s arms, swung around to face him, and snapped, “That’s slave labour! I would never, ever use an elf to do work I should be doing for myself—”
“I think I hit a nerve,” Malfoy murmured under his breath.
Harry snorted softly. “Well spotted,” he whispered, and before Hermione could launch into a true rant, he held up a hand. “You know, this seems like a bad time. We should go.”
Behind Hermione, Ron was nodding. “Good idea, mate. Maybe come by tomorrow?”
“Sure thing. Come on, Malfoy.” As Harry chivvied Malfoy out, he could hear Hermione still talking about house-elf rights.
“Right, that was a disaster.” Malfoy turned towards Harry expectantly. “Where to now?”
Harry sighed. It seemed Malfoy was going to try his friendships.
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Continued in Christmas Beach (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley.
Word Count: 795
Warnings: None.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 24: Christmas feast, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Kitchen disaster. Part 24 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Dinner Disaster
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Harry raised his head and looked around. “Merlin, I think we’re back already,” he said.
Malfoy, his lips swollen and red from kissing Harry, blinked. “Hm?”
“We’re back at the barn,” Harry said. “And I think the bloke who rented us the sleigh wants it back.”
“Oh! Right!” Malfoy began doing up his buttons. “Where to now?”
“No idea.” Harry made sure he was presentable before setting aside the fur blanket that had been covering them. “I already suggested my place—”
“Mother will find us there.” Malfoy pursed his lips. “Don’t you have any friends who’d be willing to hide us for a day or so?”
Harry snorted. “What’s wrong with your friends?”
“Nothing.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Except Mother knows them all and could easily track me down at any of their houses. She’s less likely to show up at one of your friends houses.”
“Fair point.” Climbing down from the sleigh, he helped Malfoy down, too. “I may have an idea of somewhere we can go.”
“Lovely.” Malfoy waved to the man, then turned to Harry. “Lead on.”
“Okay.” Grasping Malfoy’s arm, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated. Within moments they were standing in front of a cottage. “Let’s see if anyone’s home,” said Harry.
“Whose home is this?” asked Malfoy, looking around.
Before harry could answer the door opened and Hermione was standing there. “Harry?” Her eyebrow went up when she saw Malfoy with him. “Malfoy?”
“We’re hiding from Mrs Malfoy,” said Harry. “Can we come in?”
Shaking her head, Hermione nevertheless stepped aside. “I take you haven’t figured out how to separate yet?” she said once they were both inside.
Harry coughed. “Actually, we haven’t been working on that too much.”
She frowned. “Then what have you been…Oh!” Her face pink, Hermione gestured at the sofa. “Have a seat. In fact, you picked a good time to visit. I’m doing a test run of Christmas dinner.”
Harry blinked. “You’re cooking? What’s wrong with Molly?”
“Nothing, I just thought it was my turn. Molly shouldn’t have to do it every year.”
“Okay.” Harry shrugged. “Malfoy and I are willing to be experimented on, right, Malfoy?”
Malfoy looked at Harry. “Um.”
“Right, Malfoy?” Harry repeated, deep meaning in his voice.
“Sounds delightful.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “You need to work on your sincerity.”
Sniffing, Malfoy said, “And you may need to check on your—” He sniffed again. “Gravy, I think?”
A look of horror crossed Hermione’s face and she raced into the kitchen. “No!” she cried.
Harry and Malfoy followed more slowly, and when they walked in it looked like a disaster zone. Some sort of brown glop was bubbling up out of one saucepan, there was smoke billowing from the oven, and Hermione was peering inside another pot, a resigned look on her face.
“Take away?” suggested Malfoy.
Hermione glared at him, then huffed. “Much as I hate to agree, that may be best.” Shaking her head, she drew her wand. “I should Banish this mess before Ron gets home.”
As if summoned by her words, the Floo sounded and a moment later Ron walked in. He blinked when he saw Harry and Malfoy, and his eyes got big when he saw the kitchen disaster. “Practice dinner not going well?”
“Understatement,” murmured Malfoy.
Hermione shot him a flat look. “You’re welcome to go home to your mother’s for dinner. Oh, wait—”
“Ouch.” Malfoy mimed being wounded. “Sorry.”
Hermione snorted and Ron immediately went to her, hugging her. “It’s okay. Mum will be happy to cook—”
“No!” Hermione stamped her foot. “It shouldn’t be this hard to produce a decent Christmas meal!” She gestured at a cookery magazine cover, which featured a perfect holiday meal down to the a cake with the words ‘Happy Christmas’, spelled out in calligraphic font. “It’s not fair.”
Malfoy coughed. “You know, this is why people have elves.”
Harry immediately clutched Malfoy’s arm, but it was too late. Hermione wrenched herself from Ron’s arms, swung around to face him, and snapped, “That’s slave labour! I would never, ever use an elf to do work I should be doing for myself—”
“I think I hit a nerve,” Malfoy murmured under his breath.
Harry snorted softly. “Well spotted,” he whispered, and before Hermione could launch into a true rant, he held up a hand. “You know, this seems like a bad time. We should go.”
Behind Hermione, Ron was nodding. “Good idea, mate. Maybe come by tomorrow?”
“Sure thing. Come on, Malfoy.” As Harry chivvied Malfoy out, he could hear Hermione still talking about house-elf rights.
“Right, that was a disaster.” Malfoy turned towards Harry expectantly. “Where to now?”
Harry sighed. It seemed Malfoy was going to try his friendships.
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Continued in Christmas Beach (LJ/IJ/DW).
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I think Hermione was putting too much pressure on herself in trying to produce a Molly Weasley worthy meal her first time around.
But we all know how much of a perfectionist she is... *g*
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