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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:51 am
Okay, I'm bored.
So! I've decided to make a drabble.
Hope you like it!
Twinkies;
“-and that’s, how I saved the world!” Ron leaned into the counter, giving the poor clerk a mini heart-attack. Hermione rolled her eyes; he’s the same as ever. She yawned into her hand, checking her watch in the process. “Ron, can you finish buying those Twinkies. I’m tired.” He blinked and gave the clerk some money. “But ‘mione it’s only 9 ‘O clock! How can you be tired?” She shook her head, affectively shutting the boy up.
If he only new that a platinum-blonde Slytherin was sitting tied to a bed in her apartment, he would know why she was so eager to get home.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:25 am
lolz that's awesome! Mind if I contribute?
Holiday
"Come on Hermione, stop hiding!" The indignant and (former) bushy-haired Gryffindor shook her head furiously at the form of 32 year-old Ginny.
"I refuse to show myself when I'm so atrocious-looking!" To emphasize her point, Hermione stamped the ground with her foot.
"Come off it 'Mione, you look beautiful!" The comment recieved a rather vicious glare and the stubborn know-it-all turned heel and presented the dreadful 'cold-shoulder.'
"You can't hide forever in here..." Ginny signed defeatedly.
"I can and I will." Hermione gritted out.
"Mummy! Mummy come look what I found on the beach!"
The endearing voice of a dirty-blond haired boy carried out from across the porch of an expensive chateau that was currently the hiding place of the 'Mummy' in question.
"Oh my, that's beautiful Cassius!" A bright blue shell held in the palm of a five-year-old glinted up at Hermione.
"Ah, there you are! Cassandra and I were worried..." Hermione smiled brightly up at the form of her husband and her son's twin sister.
"He was merely showing me this shell." The man in question set Cassandra down so she could inspect her brother's finding before turning towards his wife.
"The children and I wondered-" He was unexpectedly cut off by a still irritated Ginny.
"The only reason she is moping up here instead of playing in the sand is because she thinks she's ugly!" Hermione's husband blinked in surprise and turned towards a furiously blushing witch.
"Ugly?"
"Well...look at me Draco!" Draco inspected his wife with the eye of an artist.
"I see nothing wrong..." He pulled Hermione towards him.
"I've never seen you look so beautiful..."
"You're just saying that to mollify me."
"Perhaps, but you really do look splendid when your abdomen is distended with my next child." The former Prince of Slytherin rubbed his wife's pregnant belly with a look of bliss on his face before leaning in for a kiss. A grumpy Ginny sighed angrily before heading down to the beach with the Malfoy children.
"I should have thought of bringing that git up here in the first place..."
"Why's that Auntie?"
"Your father is the only one that can convince your mother is pretty even pregnant and in a bathing suit."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:54 pm
I gave it a try, it's not very good emo
Love is a Playground
"Mom." The word held a whole sentence, she instantly translated the single word into the sentence, "I need to talk."
Pulling her glasses off--even though they made her feel old, she had to admit that they were helpful--and rubbing the bridge of her nose, the brunette turned to her daughter. It had been a rough day at work, there was always something or other going wrong. It didn't help that her husband was off galivanting with his friends, leaving her with the task of managing the family's finances on her own. Pushing her own worries away, the woman turned her mind to the worries of her daughter.
"Yes, dear?" Smiling at her precious little girl, glad to have her home from school for the holidays, pulling her away from her studies was like pulling teeth--and she would know.
"You remember that boy that used to live down the street?" Thinking back and sifting through the many potential candidates for her daughters's question, the woman's mind focused on the likeliest of them all.
"Timothy?" The young woman nodded, her hair shifting with the motion. A hand brushed back the mass of curls.
"You remember how after he pushed me down at the park, da said it was because he liked me?" Wondering where exactly her little girl was going with this, the woman nodded, remembering her husband's exact words causing her to smile fondly.
"Well, there's this boy at school," studying the way her daughter fidgeted gave the woman insight into her mind; with an internal smile she waited for her girl to continue. "Everyone says he hates me, but, well, if daddy is right--and being mean to a girl means that the boy likes that girl--then..." The young girl focused on her fingers, her voice having trailed off.
"Do you think he likes you?" The furious blush that stained the younger woman's face answered the question, even the one that went unasked.
Nodding the young girl chewed on her lip, "I think so, but I don't know. How would one know for sure?" Their eyes met.
"That's quite simple, my dear," pausing for dramatic affect the woman studied her daughter's interested expression, "one simply asks." The appalled look on the girl's face brought a smile to her face. Waiting patiently for her daughter to finish thinking, and trying to figure out which boy her daughter had ever mentioned fit the proverbial bill. Coming to a quick conclusion, the list was fairly short, she could feel her eyes widening in surprise.
Hermione nodded to herself and rose from her seat, intent on retiring to her room to draft a conversation. Calling out an offhanded, "thanks, mom," as she left the room; Hermione listed several possible answers. However, knowing Malfoy as she did, he would probably say something she hadn't planned on; which meant she was going to have to do twice as much planning.
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