Fic: Motion Sickness (Draco/Hermione)
Title: Motion Sickness
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 02. Motion
Word Count: 498
Summary: Hermione and Draco take the Knight Bus.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Written for the ninth challenge of the third round at dramione_ldws. The movie was The Sure Thing. The drabble had to have a Road trip setting and the Knight Bus.
"I hope you realise that if I die on this crazy bus, you'll never be able to find another wizard as charming, not to mention good in bed, as I am," Draco said, just as the Knight Bus swerved to the right, narrowly missing a set of townhouses.
"Draco, a flubberworm has more charm than you do," Hermione replied promptly.
Before Draco had the chance to protest against his girlfriend's rather unflattering assessment of his charisma, the bus made a particularly violent lurch forward, and Draco was knocked backwards onto the bed he was presently occupying.
"This is madness," he mumbled once he was able to sit up again. His skin had taken on a slightly green pallor.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a smile. She was clutching one of the bedposts so she wouldn't fall off the bed, but still looked decidedly more chipper than Draco.
His only answer was a mumbled string of curses, which Hermione wisely chose to overhear.
The Knight Bus suddenly jerked to a halt and a tiny witch in pink robes exited on shaky legs.
"Next stop, Malfoy Manor," Stan called from the front of the bus and they were off again.
"Thank Merlin," Draco exclaimed. "I can't believe Potter isn't connected to the Floo."
"He just wants his privacy," Hermione explained. "Besides, if you hadn't drunken so much Firewhiskey, we could have Apparated back."
"It's bad enough you objected me to an evening in the company of those imbeciles. Don't expect me to suffer through it sober," Draco replied, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"You're not going to throw up, are you?" Hermione asked apprehensively ignoring the jibe at her choice of friends.
Draco swallowed. "If I made it through the Weasel's nauseating account of how he proposed to that silly Lavender gal and not loose my dinner, I'm sure I can finish this ride without puking." He clutched the edge of the bed as the bus made a sharp turn to the left.
Another five minutes later, and Hermione and Draco stumbled out of the Knight Bus. While Hermione turned around to wish Stan a good night, Draco just stood there, gulping in the fresh air.
"Never again," he swore once the bus had vanished with a loud bang.
"Don't be such a baby," Hermione admonished. "It wasn't that bad."
"Sure," Draco agreed, his trademark smirk back in place now that the world around him had stopped spinning. "Let's see if you say the same tomorrow when we go for a fly on my new broomstick.
Hermione blanched. "Draco…"
"Not backing out, are you?" Draco drawled slowly. "After all it was you who said we should spend more time together and share each others' interests. Which is the sole reason why I let you drag me to that dinner at Potter's tonight."
"Right," Hermione intoned.
"Good, then tomorrow we'll fly." Draco said, seemingly oblivious to Hermione's stricken face. "Do you know what a Wronski Feint is?"
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 02. Motion
Word Count: 498
Summary: Hermione and Draco take the Knight Bus.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Written for the ninth challenge of the third round at dramione_ldws. The movie was The Sure Thing. The drabble had to have a Road trip setting and the Knight Bus.
"I hope you realise that if I die on this crazy bus, you'll never be able to find another wizard as charming, not to mention good in bed, as I am," Draco said, just as the Knight Bus swerved to the right, narrowly missing a set of townhouses.
"Draco, a flubberworm has more charm than you do," Hermione replied promptly.
Before Draco had the chance to protest against his girlfriend's rather unflattering assessment of his charisma, the bus made a particularly violent lurch forward, and Draco was knocked backwards onto the bed he was presently occupying.
"This is madness," he mumbled once he was able to sit up again. His skin had taken on a slightly green pallor.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a smile. She was clutching one of the bedposts so she wouldn't fall off the bed, but still looked decidedly more chipper than Draco.
His only answer was a mumbled string of curses, which Hermione wisely chose to overhear.
The Knight Bus suddenly jerked to a halt and a tiny witch in pink robes exited on shaky legs.
"Next stop, Malfoy Manor," Stan called from the front of the bus and they were off again.
"Thank Merlin," Draco exclaimed. "I can't believe Potter isn't connected to the Floo."
"He just wants his privacy," Hermione explained. "Besides, if you hadn't drunken so much Firewhiskey, we could have Apparated back."
"It's bad enough you objected me to an evening in the company of those imbeciles. Don't expect me to suffer through it sober," Draco replied, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"You're not going to throw up, are you?" Hermione asked apprehensively ignoring the jibe at her choice of friends.
Draco swallowed. "If I made it through the Weasel's nauseating account of how he proposed to that silly Lavender gal and not loose my dinner, I'm sure I can finish this ride without puking." He clutched the edge of the bed as the bus made a sharp turn to the left.
Another five minutes later, and Hermione and Draco stumbled out of the Knight Bus. While Hermione turned around to wish Stan a good night, Draco just stood there, gulping in the fresh air.
"Never again," he swore once the bus had vanished with a loud bang.
"Don't be such a baby," Hermione admonished. "It wasn't that bad."
"Sure," Draco agreed, his trademark smirk back in place now that the world around him had stopped spinning. "Let's see if you say the same tomorrow when we go for a fly on my new broomstick.
Hermione blanched. "Draco…"
"Not backing out, are you?" Draco drawled slowly. "After all it was you who said we should spend more time together and share each others' interests. Which is the sole reason why I let you drag me to that dinner at Potter's tonight."
"Right," Hermione intoned.
"Good, then tomorrow we'll fly." Draco said, seemingly oblivious to Hermione's stricken face. "Do you know what a Wronski Feint is?"