Fic: Even Bad Wolves Can Be Good (Draco/Hermione), Halloween drabble
Title: Even Bad Wolves Can Be Good
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 101.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 38. Serenade
Word Count: 355
Summary: Draco and Hermione go trick-or-treating with their daughter.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Here’s my Halloween drabble for sbradley1987 . She asked for Draco singing/saying the song "Li'l Red Riding Hood" (sung by Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs). I hope you like it.
Thanks to eloquentquill and ashtonb for looking this over. Click here to see my Dramione table for 100quills .
“Mummy, daddy, look what I’ve got.” Five year old Ellie Malfoy came running towards her parents, showing them her bag of goodies proudly a goofy grin plastered on her face.
“Wow, honey, that’s a lot of candy,” Hermione praised her daughter.
“Ready to go home, princess?” Draco asked hopefully.
“One more house, daddy,” little Ellie begged, with puppy dog eyes, and when her father nodded his consent, she ran up the next driveway, the wings of her butterfly costume flapping behind her.
“Do you still think we should have just bought her candy at the store and be done with it?” Hermione asked her husband as they watched their daughter happily ring the doorbell.
“It would have been more convenient than walking around from house to house in your parents’ neighbourhood all evening,” Draco replied.
“Sure, sure,” Hermione smiled, watching Draco watch their daughter, who was currently holding out her bag to the elderly lady that had answered the door.
“You know, it wouldn’t have killed you to get dressed up, too,” she said, adjusting the cape of her Little Red Riding Hood costume.
“I’m dressed up as a Muggle, quit nagging,” Draco snapped, though his voice lacked much of the bite of his younger years.
“Draco, that doesn’t count. We’re in a Muggle neighbourhood,” Hermione admonished.
“So?”
Hermione just rolled her eyes.
They watched their daughter running down the driveway again, meeting a couple of other kids and happily comparing her haul with them.
“Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.”
“Draco Malfoy, are you singing Halloween songs?” Hermione asked bemused.
“I’m not singing, I’m humming,” Draco defended. “And it’s your fault, really. You were playing that stupid song all day, and now I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Admit it, you like celebrating Halloween,” Hermione grinned.
“What I like is that your parents are going to baby-sit Ellie tonight and we get a celebration of our own,” Draco said, pecking his wife on the lips.
“Liar,” she whispered, taking his arm and together with Ellie they walked home.
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 101.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 38. Serenade
Word Count: 355
Summary: Draco and Hermione go trick-or-treating with their daughter.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Here’s my Halloween drabble for sbradley1987 . She asked for Draco singing/saying the song "Li'l Red Riding Hood" (sung by Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs). I hope you like it.
Thanks to eloquentquill and ashtonb for looking this over. Click here to see my Dramione table for 100quills .
“Mummy, daddy, look what I’ve got.” Five year old Ellie Malfoy came running towards her parents, showing them her bag of goodies proudly a goofy grin plastered on her face.
“Wow, honey, that’s a lot of candy,” Hermione praised her daughter.
“Ready to go home, princess?” Draco asked hopefully.
“One more house, daddy,” little Ellie begged, with puppy dog eyes, and when her father nodded his consent, she ran up the next driveway, the wings of her butterfly costume flapping behind her.
“Do you still think we should have just bought her candy at the store and be done with it?” Hermione asked her husband as they watched their daughter happily ring the doorbell.
“It would have been more convenient than walking around from house to house in your parents’ neighbourhood all evening,” Draco replied.
“Sure, sure,” Hermione smiled, watching Draco watch their daughter, who was currently holding out her bag to the elderly lady that had answered the door.
“You know, it wouldn’t have killed you to get dressed up, too,” she said, adjusting the cape of her Little Red Riding Hood costume.
“I’m dressed up as a Muggle, quit nagging,” Draco snapped, though his voice lacked much of the bite of his younger years.
“Draco, that doesn’t count. We’re in a Muggle neighbourhood,” Hermione admonished.
“So?”
Hermione just rolled her eyes.
They watched their daughter running down the driveway again, meeting a couple of other kids and happily comparing her haul with them.
“Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.”
“Draco Malfoy, are you singing Halloween songs?” Hermione asked bemused.
“I’m not singing, I’m humming,” Draco defended. “And it’s your fault, really. You were playing that stupid song all day, and now I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Admit it, you like celebrating Halloween,” Hermione grinned.
“What I like is that your parents are going to baby-sit Ellie tonight and we get a celebration of our own,” Draco said, pecking his wife on the lips.
“Liar,” she whispered, taking his arm and together with Ellie they walked home.