Harry Potter - "For a Cup of Hot Cocoa"
Title: For a Cup of Hot Cocoa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Disclaimer: Nothing in the world of Harry Potter belongs to me.
Summary: Ginny wants a cup of hot cocoa.
Author's Note: Word #180.
"It's cold," Ginny observed, staring into the fire at Malfoy Manor.
Draco just glanced up from his reading. "Hm," he said and went back to his book.
Ginny sat for another moment with her eyes trained on the fire. It was blazing and crackling, and Ginny watched as they licked at the stack of firewood the house elves had put in it. No matter how large the fire was, however, Ginny seemed unable to warm herself.
Ginny suddenly remembered how when she was a child, her mother had always given her peppermint hot cocoa when she was cold. She smiled fondly at the memory, and realized how long it had been since she had last visited the Burrow.
"I'm going to go visit my mum," Ginny said, standing up. Draco raised an eyebrow inquisitively at her. "Hot cocoa," she explained. "My mum makes really good peppermint hot cocoa."
Draco stared at her. "You're going to floo all the way to the Burrow for a cup of cocoa?"
"Uh huh."
"Have the house elves make some."
Ginny sighed. "Obviously you've never had my mum's peppermint hot cocoa."
"Ginny," Draco looked skeptical. "I highly doubt your mother can prepare anything that my house elves cannot."
Ginny laughed, her eyes alight with mirth. "I forget sometimes how stupid you can be," she said fondly. Draco scowled. "Come on. You, Draco Malfoy, are about to try some of my mum's famous peppermint hot cocoa."
"Am I now?" Draco obviously disagreed with her.
Ginny turned on her begging face; Draco usually couldn't resist her pleading. "Please, Draco?"
The glare on Draco's face intensified. "I'm reading, Gin," he said shortly. "And besides, I'm not in the mood to have your mum fussing over me."
"She only fusses over you because she loves you," Ginny argued. Then, she continued softly under her breath "though, with the way you act sometimes, I wonder how she can manage that. I wonder how I even manage loving you sometimes."
Draco looked indignant. "Your mother loves me because I'm a highly respected member of the wizarding society, I've got immense manners, charm, and good looks, and because I'm fabulously wealthy and can provide a comfortable life for her baby."
Ginny glared at Draco's last statement; she hated when her mother called Ginny her baby. Still, she pressed on. "Well then, you wouldn't want to ruin her good impression of your manners then, would you now Draco?"
"Oh, I assure you, that won't happen."
"Please, Draco?"
Draco looked at Ginny's pleading face. He sighed. "What's in it for me?"
"Hot cocoa."
"Not good enough."
"Oh, and this." Ginny said, pushing Draco's book aside and settling herself into his lap. She ignored his indignant look at her treatment of his book, and leaned in to close the space between them, meeting his lips with hers. Draco's kiss was hard and passionate, as it always was. He sucked on her bottom lip for a moment before deepening the kiss, and it sent a rush of heat between Ginny's legs. She reluctantly pulled away after a moment. If they continued on like this, they would never make it to the Burrow.
"Oh, and that," Draco agreed.
Ginny stood up and pulled him to his feet. "So, hot cocoa?" she asked sweetly.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Disclaimer: Nothing in the world of Harry Potter belongs to me.
Summary: Ginny wants a cup of hot cocoa.
Author's Note: Word #180.
"It's cold," Ginny observed, staring into the fire at Malfoy Manor.
Draco just glanced up from his reading. "Hm," he said and went back to his book.
Ginny sat for another moment with her eyes trained on the fire. It was blazing and crackling, and Ginny watched as they licked at the stack of firewood the house elves had put in it. No matter how large the fire was, however, Ginny seemed unable to warm herself.
Ginny suddenly remembered how when she was a child, her mother had always given her peppermint hot cocoa when she was cold. She smiled fondly at the memory, and realized how long it had been since she had last visited the Burrow.
"I'm going to go visit my mum," Ginny said, standing up. Draco raised an eyebrow inquisitively at her. "Hot cocoa," she explained. "My mum makes really good peppermint hot cocoa."
Draco stared at her. "You're going to floo all the way to the Burrow for a cup of cocoa?"
"Uh huh."
"Have the house elves make some."
Ginny sighed. "Obviously you've never had my mum's peppermint hot cocoa."
"Ginny," Draco looked skeptical. "I highly doubt your mother can prepare anything that my house elves cannot."
Ginny laughed, her eyes alight with mirth. "I forget sometimes how stupid you can be," she said fondly. Draco scowled. "Come on. You, Draco Malfoy, are about to try some of my mum's famous peppermint hot cocoa."
"Am I now?" Draco obviously disagreed with her.
Ginny turned on her begging face; Draco usually couldn't resist her pleading. "Please, Draco?"
The glare on Draco's face intensified. "I'm reading, Gin," he said shortly. "And besides, I'm not in the mood to have your mum fussing over me."
"She only fusses over you because she loves you," Ginny argued. Then, she continued softly under her breath "though, with the way you act sometimes, I wonder how she can manage that. I wonder how I even manage loving you sometimes."
Draco looked indignant. "Your mother loves me because I'm a highly respected member of the wizarding society, I've got immense manners, charm, and good looks, and because I'm fabulously wealthy and can provide a comfortable life for her baby."
Ginny glared at Draco's last statement; she hated when her mother called Ginny her baby. Still, she pressed on. "Well then, you wouldn't want to ruin her good impression of your manners then, would you now Draco?"
"Oh, I assure you, that won't happen."
"Please, Draco?"
Draco looked at Ginny's pleading face. He sighed. "What's in it for me?"
"Hot cocoa."
"Not good enough."
"Oh, and this." Ginny said, pushing Draco's book aside and settling herself into his lap. She ignored his indignant look at her treatment of his book, and leaned in to close the space between them, meeting his lips with hers. Draco's kiss was hard and passionate, as it always was. He sucked on her bottom lip for a moment before deepening the kiss, and it sent a rush of heat between Ginny's legs. She reluctantly pulled away after a moment. If they continued on like this, they would never make it to the Burrow.
"Oh, and that," Draco agreed.
Ginny stood up and pulled him to his feet. "So, hot cocoa?" she asked sweetly.