Fic: Dead Duck Day (Draco/Hermione)
Title: Dead Duck Day
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 87. Overwhelmed
Word Count: 350
Summary: A walk in the park.
Warnings: Character death? Look at the title.
A/N: Written for the seventh challenge of the third round at dramione_ldws. The movie was About A Boy. The drabble had to be told from Hugo's point of view , be 350 words long and it had to be epilogue compliant (because apparently pokeystar is evil.
My mum must have read somewhere that it is better to tell your children bad news outside of the house, so they don't associate negative things with their home, because she always takes Rose and me for a walk in the park whenever she wants to tell us something upsetting.
For example, we were at the park when she told us that our family pet had died and when mum and dad confessed about getting a divorce. So when mum suggested this afternoon that we should go feed the ducks, Rose and I shared a knowing look. Something was up.
"Rosie, Hugo, you know how much your dad and I love you," mum began when we were standing at the pond, throwing pieces of bread down for the ducks. She continued to tell us that dad and her parting ways didn't change the fact that we were a family etc.
I've heard it all before.
I busied myself with naming the ducks, waiting until mum would finally tell us why we were at the park. The one with the ducklings looked like a Molly, the one that seemed too dumb to catch any of the bread crumps reminded me of that duck Donald from the Muggle cartoons I used to watch at my grandparents' house and the one that kept cleaning its wings had an uncanny resemblance to my sister.
I was just wondering what the fattest duck of the flock should be called when mum finally got to the point.
"Being a single mum can be lonely and Draco and I, well…" she trailed off.
I could only stare in shock. Could it be?
I was pulled from my stupor when I heard a loud splash followed by angry quacking. Rose had let the loaf of bread fall into the pond. All ducks but one were in an uproar.
Looking at my sister, I couldn't suppress a grin. It was difficult to tell what upset Rose more: The fact that she had just killed Donald Duck or that our mother appeared to be dating the father of Rose's crush.
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 87. Overwhelmed
Word Count: 350
Summary: A walk in the park.
Warnings: Character death? Look at the title.
A/N: Written for the seventh challenge of the third round at dramione_ldws. The movie was About A Boy. The drabble had to be told from Hugo's point of view , be 350 words long and it had to be epilogue compliant (because apparently pokeystar is evil.
My mum must have read somewhere that it is better to tell your children bad news outside of the house, so they don't associate negative things with their home, because she always takes Rose and me for a walk in the park whenever she wants to tell us something upsetting.
For example, we were at the park when she told us that our family pet had died and when mum and dad confessed about getting a divorce. So when mum suggested this afternoon that we should go feed the ducks, Rose and I shared a knowing look. Something was up.
"Rosie, Hugo, you know how much your dad and I love you," mum began when we were standing at the pond, throwing pieces of bread down for the ducks. She continued to tell us that dad and her parting ways didn't change the fact that we were a family etc.
I've heard it all before.
I busied myself with naming the ducks, waiting until mum would finally tell us why we were at the park. The one with the ducklings looked like a Molly, the one that seemed too dumb to catch any of the bread crumps reminded me of that duck Donald from the Muggle cartoons I used to watch at my grandparents' house and the one that kept cleaning its wings had an uncanny resemblance to my sister.
I was just wondering what the fattest duck of the flock should be called when mum finally got to the point.
"Being a single mum can be lonely and Draco and I, well…" she trailed off.
I could only stare in shock. Could it be?
I was pulled from my stupor when I heard a loud splash followed by angry quacking. Rose had let the loaf of bread fall into the pond. All ducks but one were in an uproar.
Looking at my sister, I couldn't suppress a grin. It was difficult to tell what upset Rose more: The fact that she had just killed Donald Duck or that our mother appeared to be dating the father of Rose's crush.