my very first drabble
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madeleoneI just posted my very first piece of fan fiction over at the Dramione Drabbles Valentine's Day Challenge. Prompt from The Notebook, "That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is"
.More Than Meets the Eye
The tension was near palpable, confrontation in the air so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Or a wand as the case may be.
“Back off, Malfoy,” snarled Harry, wand raised threateningly. “What do you think you’re about, showing up here uninvited.”
“Who said I wasn’t invited,” Draco growled back, holding his wand out in self defense.
Ron snorted in disbelief, “That will be the day, when a Malfoy is welcome at the Burrow. As if you would ever reduce your “standards” to be seen here among us commoners.”
Draco lowered his wand and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, there’s been a misunderstanding, but I was invited here by Granger.”
“What….” “Why…” Ron and Harry both started.
“We had a disagreement last night at the Manor. But I have to talk to her, explain, make it right.”
“Are you trying to tell us there’s something going on between you and Hermione?” Harry looked stunned. It couldn’t be, could it? Hermione had come back upset last night, but she wouldn’t say what was wrong. She was in fact right now in the kitchen crying on Molly’s shoulder, which was why he and Ron were sitting outside having been shooed out of the house by Molly.
“That’s between us. Now let me speak with her.” Draco tried to push his way past the two friends.
“No way, Malfoy.” Ron blocked his path. “Whatever you did or said to her had her in tears, there’s no way in hell we’re letting you in there to upset her even more. Go back to your pureblood world and leave Hermione alone.”
Draco looked like he might pull out his wand again. “Listen to me, I am going to talk to her. I have to….I have to explain….things were said, but it’s not right. I have to make her understand, I have to make it right.
“No one’s going to stop me from talking to her, or from being with her. Not you Weasel or you Potter or not even Lucius fuckin’ Malfoy. That’s my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that’s where my home is.”
At that instant the kitchen door flew open and Hermione herself flew down the steps and into Draco’s arms. “Oh Draco, you came.”
“No one will keep us apart Hermione, I swear it,” he said kissing her frantically.
“But Draco, your father said he’d disinherit you……”.
“I don’t think he will, but if he does I don’t care. You’re my world Hermione, my everything. I love you. Please say you’ll marry me.”
“Oh Draco, yes! Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you.”
Ron and Harry looked on the scene disbelievingly. But Molly Weasly just smiled at the happy couple, she’d always had a feeling there was more to that boy than met the eye. She was glad he’d proven her right.
.More Than Meets the Eye
The tension was near palpable, confrontation in the air so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Or a wand as the case may be.
“Back off, Malfoy,” snarled Harry, wand raised threateningly. “What do you think you’re about, showing up here uninvited.”
“Who said I wasn’t invited,” Draco growled back, holding his wand out in self defense.
Ron snorted in disbelief, “That will be the day, when a Malfoy is welcome at the Burrow. As if you would ever reduce your “standards” to be seen here among us commoners.”
Draco lowered his wand and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, there’s been a misunderstanding, but I was invited here by Granger.”
“What….” “Why…” Ron and Harry both started.
“We had a disagreement last night at the Manor. But I have to talk to her, explain, make it right.”
“Are you trying to tell us there’s something going on between you and Hermione?” Harry looked stunned. It couldn’t be, could it? Hermione had come back upset last night, but she wouldn’t say what was wrong. She was in fact right now in the kitchen crying on Molly’s shoulder, which was why he and Ron were sitting outside having been shooed out of the house by Molly.
“That’s between us. Now let me speak with her.” Draco tried to push his way past the two friends.
“No way, Malfoy.” Ron blocked his path. “Whatever you did or said to her had her in tears, there’s no way in hell we’re letting you in there to upset her even more. Go back to your pureblood world and leave Hermione alone.”
Draco looked like he might pull out his wand again. “Listen to me, I am going to talk to her. I have to….I have to explain….things were said, but it’s not right. I have to make her understand, I have to make it right.
“No one’s going to stop me from talking to her, or from being with her. Not you Weasel or you Potter or not even Lucius fuckin’ Malfoy. That’s my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that’s where my home is.”
At that instant the kitchen door flew open and Hermione herself flew down the steps and into Draco’s arms. “Oh Draco, you came.”
“No one will keep us apart Hermione, I swear it,” he said kissing her frantically.
“But Draco, your father said he’d disinherit you……”.
“I don’t think he will, but if he does I don’t care. You’re my world Hermione, my everything. I love you. Please say you’ll marry me.”
“Oh Draco, yes! Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you.”
Ron and Harry looked on the scene disbelievingly. But Molly Weasly just smiled at the happy couple, she’d always had a feeling there was more to that boy than met the eye. She was glad he’d proven her right.
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