Tea and Memories
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bleedingangel84Title: Tea and Memories
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff and Banter, Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 266-…every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?…”― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain; Kettle, Anthology
Notes: I have no idea how this story came out of these prompts, but I blame Draco and Ron. I hope readers like this departure from my norm.
Summary: Draco muses while making tea.
Draco watched diligently over the kettle, waiting for the precise moment it would start to boil. His waiting thoughts were a tangled swirl of random images—Ron awaiting his arrival under their tree, autumn leaves surrounding him like sentinels standing guard—Ron’s mother, Molly, knitting pair after pair of baby booties with a smile on her round, shining face—reading to Ron from an anthology of poetry as he waited for their twins to be born, wiping away the sweat that darkened his lover’s hair. Each memory was separate and distinct, like scenes from a film that played over and over in his thoughts, making him smile.
The sound of crying interrupted his musings. “That daughter of ours certainly has a healthy set of lungs, Malfoy.”
“For Merlin’s sake, Ronald we named her after Granger. I’d be crying too if I were her.”
“You agreed. And we’re going to call her Cissa, so don’t get your knickers in a knot, love.”
“True. We’d never have had her or her brother if not for Granger’s advanced fertility potions. Speaking of her brother, how is he?”
“Hugo is just fine. I fed him and now he’s down for his nap. Cissa was just telling you it was her turn to eat.”
“If she has an appetite like her brother’s, I’d be amazed you had anything left.”
“Our girl is a perfect little lady.”
“I’m so glad she didn’t inherit your lack of manners.”
“She’s too young for manners, Malfoy. And you always liked that I was greedy.”
“Sometimes greed can be a good thing. Particularly in bed.”
“Don’t do that. You know we can’t yet.”
“Have you never heard of foreplay?”
“You call it foreplay, I call it torture.”
“Only the best kind.”
“Merlin, you are evil.”
“And yet, you married me. What does that say about you?”
“I’m a glutton for punishment.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
“And now we have our little family.”
“I couldn’t ask for better.”
“Do you think we’ll be good parents?”
“So long as we don’t let Lucius look after them alone.”
“Merlin, no! Mum would never let that happen.”
“We’ll be fine, love. Is the tea ready?”
“It’s right here.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff and Banter, Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 266-…every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?…”― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain; Kettle, AnthologyNotes: I have no idea how this story came out of these prompts, but I blame Draco and Ron. I hope readers like this departure from my norm.
Summary: Draco muses while making tea.
Draco watched diligently over the kettle, waiting for the precise moment it would start to boil. His waiting thoughts were a tangled swirl of random images—Ron awaiting his arrival under their tree, autumn leaves surrounding him like sentinels standing guard—Ron’s mother, Molly, knitting pair after pair of baby booties with a smile on her round, shining face—reading to Ron from an anthology of poetry as he waited for their twins to be born, wiping away the sweat that darkened his lover’s hair. Each memory was separate and distinct, like scenes from a film that played over and over in his thoughts, making him smile.
The sound of crying interrupted his musings. “That daughter of ours certainly has a healthy set of lungs, Malfoy.”
“For Merlin’s sake, Ronald we named her after Granger. I’d be crying too if I were her.”
“You agreed. And we’re going to call her Cissa, so don’t get your knickers in a knot, love.”
“True. We’d never have had her or her brother if not for Granger’s advanced fertility potions. Speaking of her brother, how is he?”
“Hugo is just fine. I fed him and now he’s down for his nap. Cissa was just telling you it was her turn to eat.”
“If she has an appetite like her brother’s, I’d be amazed you had anything left.”
“Our girl is a perfect little lady.”
“I’m so glad she didn’t inherit your lack of manners.”
“She’s too young for manners, Malfoy. And you always liked that I was greedy.”
“Sometimes greed can be a good thing. Particularly in bed.”
“Don’t do that. You know we can’t yet.”
“Have you never heard of foreplay?”
“You call it foreplay, I call it torture.”
“Only the best kind.”
“Merlin, you are evil.”
“And yet, you married me. What does that say about you?”
“I’m a glutton for punishment.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
“And now we have our little family.”
“I couldn’t ask for better.”
“Do you think we’ll be good parents?”
“So long as we don’t let Lucius look after them alone.”
“Merlin, no! Mum would never let that happen.”
“We’ll be fine, love. Is the tea ready?”
“It’s right here.”