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bleedingangel84Title: May we?
Author/Artist:bleedingangel84
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 479
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Notes: Inspired by my family food arguments and the prompts this month. I hope readers enjoy reading this as much as I liked writing it.
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dove_drabbles 103-Let life bloom!
Summary: Draco and Scorpius argue over the perpetual question: What’s for dinner?
“Dad! I’m starving! What’s for dinner?”
“What would you like?”
“I don’t know. Food?”
“Obviously. Merin help me. Mucking about with Albus Potter has turned you into a smart arse.”
“No offense, Dad, but I think it’s in my genes. You can’t blame Albus when Mister Potter says you were worse than me growing up.”
“Potter should learn to keep his big fat gob shut. How did we get on this subject? Were we not discussing dinner? Weren’t you supposed to be starving? I can whip something up.”
“Please don’t make me eat your cooking. May we go out to dinner? We could invite Albus and Mister Potter. I happen to know you like him.”
“I do not.”
“You are such a terrible liar.”
“I am not.”
“You like him and don’t want to admit it.”
“Scorpius…”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re lucky you’re my son and I love you. I used to hex people for saying such things.”
“So I’m not the only one who sees it, then.”
“Graagh! Let’s go! I would punish you, but I don’t think it would stop the insanity.”
“Firecall them first and see if they’d like to go.”
Why don’t you do it? It was your idea. What about James and Lily? Are they coming as well?”
“Their mum was taking them to see some play. Albus didn’t want to go. And you’re stalling. Call Mister Potter.”
“All right, but only because I heard your stomach growl worse than Gryffindor’s lion.”
Draco tossed a pinch of Floo powder in the flames of his fireplace and knelt gracefully on a pillow near the hearth before calling out Potter’s address.
“Potter! I’m under orders to see if you and young Albus would like to join Scorpius and I for dinner out somewhere. Apparently, my cooking is now subpar.”
“Sure. Where?”
“Oh, don’t ask me. We still haven’t reached a consensus, but my son’s stomach is making worse noises than a wild animal.”
“There’s a new restaurant in Diagon Alley. Supposedly rave reviews. May we go there?”
“Oh, Potter, I could kiss you. Finally, someone who knows how to make a decision.”
“I would pay to see that,” Scorpius chimed in. “It’s about bloody time!”
“Oh, shut up,” Draco barked without heat.
“How much? I wouldn’t say no to a few extra galleons,” Harry said.
“Circe’s knickers, I’m surrounded by idiocy. May we please just go?”
“What’s the matter, Malfoy? Afraid to kiss me? My horoscope did say that today was a day to let life bloom.”
“What sort of nonsense is that? You’ve been inhaling too close to the cauldron again, Potter. I just want to eat.”
“Okay, then. Wouldn’t want you getting hangry after all.”
“You’re full of shit. It’s lucky you’re cute.”
“Hah! I knew you liked him!”
“Clearly, I’m delirious from low blood sugar.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, Dad.”
Author/Artist:
bleedingangel84 Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 479
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Notes: Inspired by my family food arguments and the prompts this month. I hope readers enjoy reading this as much as I liked writing it.
Written for: JMDC 195-may;
dove_drabbles 103-Let life bloom!Summary: Draco and Scorpius argue over the perpetual question: What’s for dinner?
“Dad! I’m starving! What’s for dinner?”
“What would you like?”
“I don’t know. Food?”
“Obviously. Merin help me. Mucking about with Albus Potter has turned you into a smart arse.”
“No offense, Dad, but I think it’s in my genes. You can’t blame Albus when Mister Potter says you were worse than me growing up.”
“Potter should learn to keep his big fat gob shut. How did we get on this subject? Were we not discussing dinner? Weren’t you supposed to be starving? I can whip something up.”
“Please don’t make me eat your cooking. May we go out to dinner? We could invite Albus and Mister Potter. I happen to know you like him.”
“I do not.”
“You are such a terrible liar.”
“I am not.”
“You like him and don’t want to admit it.”
“Scorpius…”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re lucky you’re my son and I love you. I used to hex people for saying such things.”
“So I’m not the only one who sees it, then.”
“Graagh! Let’s go! I would punish you, but I don’t think it would stop the insanity.”
“Firecall them first and see if they’d like to go.”
Why don’t you do it? It was your idea. What about James and Lily? Are they coming as well?”
“Their mum was taking them to see some play. Albus didn’t want to go. And you’re stalling. Call Mister Potter.”
“All right, but only because I heard your stomach growl worse than Gryffindor’s lion.”
Draco tossed a pinch of Floo powder in the flames of his fireplace and knelt gracefully on a pillow near the hearth before calling out Potter’s address.
“Potter! I’m under orders to see if you and young Albus would like to join Scorpius and I for dinner out somewhere. Apparently, my cooking is now subpar.”
“Sure. Where?”
“Oh, don’t ask me. We still haven’t reached a consensus, but my son’s stomach is making worse noises than a wild animal.”
“There’s a new restaurant in Diagon Alley. Supposedly rave reviews. May we go there?”
“Oh, Potter, I could kiss you. Finally, someone who knows how to make a decision.”
“I would pay to see that,” Scorpius chimed in. “It’s about bloody time!”
“Oh, shut up,” Draco barked without heat.
“How much? I wouldn’t say no to a few extra galleons,” Harry said.
“Circe’s knickers, I’m surrounded by idiocy. May we please just go?”
“What’s the matter, Malfoy? Afraid to kiss me? My horoscope did say that today was a day to let life bloom.”
“What sort of nonsense is that? You’ve been inhaling too close to the cauldron again, Potter. I just want to eat.”
“Okay, then. Wouldn’t want you getting hangry after all.”
“You’re full of shit. It’s lucky you’re cute.”
“Hah! I knew you liked him!”
“Clearly, I’m delirious from low blood sugar.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, Dad.”