Fic: Hoppy Pot Remix (Draco/Hermione)
Title: Hoppy Pot Remix
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 98. Wrong
Word Count: 801
Summary: Hermione is out late, and Draco has to look after their daughter.
Warnings: Post-DH, SPOILERS: The Wizard And The Hopping Pot (including Dumbledore's notes) from The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
A/N: telperaca asked for a fic for her birthday (I'm a bit late). I almost wrote a Supernatural drabble, but than chickened out. :) I wrote Dramione instead.
Draco looked up from his desk when he heard a noise. His five year old daughter was standing at the door to the library, wearing her favourite cupcake pjs and clutching her teddy-bear to her chest.
"What are you doing up, Princess?" he asked surprised. "It's time to sleep."
"Mommy always reads me a story before I go to bed," little Ellie Malfoy said, her eyes pleading.
Draco got up. "But only one story," he said while walking towards the shelves, searching for a book suitable for his daughter. Grabbing The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Draco sat down on the couch in front of the fire place. Ellie immediately snuggled up to her dad, and Draco began to read:
"There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. But the ghastly Muggles in his neighbourhood were jealous of his talents and one day they came with pitchforks and torches, demanding that the innocent wizard would surrender his wand and come with them.
The old wizard was deeply shocked because he had been nothing but nice to his dim-witted Muggle neighbours. However, his Hopping Pot…"
"Daddy, you're doing it all wrong," Ellie interrupted. Draco stopped reading and looked at his daughter.
"What am I doing wrong?" he asked confused.
"The story!" Ellie said.
"I'm just reading it…" Draco said bewildered.
"Maybe you're reading it wrong," Ellie suggested, peering at the pages.
"I assure you I know how to read," Draco said warily.
"But I want the real Hoppy Pot. With the nice Muggles," Ellie demanded, tears in her eyes, her bottom lip sticking out. "I want it, want it, want it."
Draco looked at his little daughter helplessly. He knew that tone well. It was the tone that had his mother laugh out loud when she had heard Ellie use it for the first time, proclaiming that divine justice existed after all.
"Sweetheart, I don't know what story you're talking about. This is The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. I'm sure. My mother used to read it to me when I was your age," Draco tried to placate his daughter.
"Mommy reads it different," Ellie pouted.
"How does mommy read it?"
"There's the nice wizard, and he helps all the Muggles," Ellie explained. "But his son is a meanie."
"And what happens then?" Draco gently prodded.
Ellie scrunched up her nose, trying to remember all the details from her favourite story. "The Hoppy Pot starts jumping, and the son is really angry."
"Alright, and then?" Draco asked, putting his copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard away.
Ellie ended up telling her own bedtime story, and by the time she told her dad all about how the son of the nice wizard helped the Muggles after all, her eyelids were drooping and she fell asleep.
Relieved, Draco carefully carried his sleeping daughter into her room, where he made sure that she was safely tugged underneath the covers before turning off the lights. He was just about to leave when he noticed her book shelve. Curiously, he walked over. Even in the sparse moonlight, he recognized the familiar title of the most famous wizarding fairy-tale collection.
Taking Ellie's well-worn copy of Beedle's Tales with him, Draco returned to the library.
By the time Hermione got home, Draco was sleeping on the couch in the library, the open book on his chest. He didn't even wake up when Hermione levitated him to their room.
-----
Draco awoke the next morning, pleasantly surprised to find himself in his own bed next to his sleeping wife.
"Good morning," he mumbled when Hermione opened her eyes.
"Morning. How did it go last night? You were pretty out of it when I got home," Hermione said, yawning.
"Just great." Draco replied sarcastically, sitting up and getting out of bed. "Our daughter now believes I can't read."
Hermione couldn't suppress a giggle. "How did you manage to make her think that?"
"Apparently I was reading the Hoppy Pot all wrong," Draco said, sighing. "You really could have told me that they changed the story."
Hermione laughed out loud at that. "Oh, Draco. Don't tell me you only ever read the biased Pureblood version."
"Of course." Draco grimaced. "How was I supposed to know there was a different version?"
"How did Ellie take it?" Hermione asked when she finally stopped laughing. "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot is her favourite story."
"Almost threw a fit when the nice old wizard didn't help he Muggles, but I just let her tell the story herself," Draco replied.
"Well, you can't really complain about her temper. You're the one she gets it from," Hermione teased.
"Very funny. All I'm saying is that you're going to read her bedtime story tonight."
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 98. Wrong
Word Count: 801
Summary: Hermione is out late, and Draco has to look after their daughter.
Warnings: Post-DH, SPOILERS: The Wizard And The Hopping Pot (including Dumbledore's notes) from The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
A/N: telperaca asked for a fic for her birthday (I'm a bit late). I almost wrote a Supernatural drabble, but than chickened out. :) I wrote Dramione instead.
Draco looked up from his desk when he heard a noise. His five year old daughter was standing at the door to the library, wearing her favourite cupcake pjs and clutching her teddy-bear to her chest.
"What are you doing up, Princess?" he asked surprised. "It's time to sleep."
"Mommy always reads me a story before I go to bed," little Ellie Malfoy said, her eyes pleading.
Draco got up. "But only one story," he said while walking towards the shelves, searching for a book suitable for his daughter. Grabbing The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Draco sat down on the couch in front of the fire place. Ellie immediately snuggled up to her dad, and Draco began to read:
"There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. But the ghastly Muggles in his neighbourhood were jealous of his talents and one day they came with pitchforks and torches, demanding that the innocent wizard would surrender his wand and come with them.
The old wizard was deeply shocked because he had been nothing but nice to his dim-witted Muggle neighbours. However, his Hopping Pot…"
"Daddy, you're doing it all wrong," Ellie interrupted. Draco stopped reading and looked at his daughter.
"What am I doing wrong?" he asked confused.
"The story!" Ellie said.
"I'm just reading it…" Draco said bewildered.
"Maybe you're reading it wrong," Ellie suggested, peering at the pages.
"I assure you I know how to read," Draco said warily.
"But I want the real Hoppy Pot. With the nice Muggles," Ellie demanded, tears in her eyes, her bottom lip sticking out. "I want it, want it, want it."
Draco looked at his little daughter helplessly. He knew that tone well. It was the tone that had his mother laugh out loud when she had heard Ellie use it for the first time, proclaiming that divine justice existed after all.
"Sweetheart, I don't know what story you're talking about. This is The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. I'm sure. My mother used to read it to me when I was your age," Draco tried to placate his daughter.
"Mommy reads it different," Ellie pouted.
"How does mommy read it?"
"There's the nice wizard, and he helps all the Muggles," Ellie explained. "But his son is a meanie."
"And what happens then?" Draco gently prodded.
Ellie scrunched up her nose, trying to remember all the details from her favourite story. "The Hoppy Pot starts jumping, and the son is really angry."
"Alright, and then?" Draco asked, putting his copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard away.
Ellie ended up telling her own bedtime story, and by the time she told her dad all about how the son of the nice wizard helped the Muggles after all, her eyelids were drooping and she fell asleep.
Relieved, Draco carefully carried his sleeping daughter into her room, where he made sure that she was safely tugged underneath the covers before turning off the lights. He was just about to leave when he noticed her book shelve. Curiously, he walked over. Even in the sparse moonlight, he recognized the familiar title of the most famous wizarding fairy-tale collection.
Taking Ellie's well-worn copy of Beedle's Tales with him, Draco returned to the library.
By the time Hermione got home, Draco was sleeping on the couch in the library, the open book on his chest. He didn't even wake up when Hermione levitated him to their room.
-----
Draco awoke the next morning, pleasantly surprised to find himself in his own bed next to his sleeping wife.
"Good morning," he mumbled when Hermione opened her eyes.
"Morning. How did it go last night? You were pretty out of it when I got home," Hermione said, yawning.
"Just great." Draco replied sarcastically, sitting up and getting out of bed. "Our daughter now believes I can't read."
Hermione couldn't suppress a giggle. "How did you manage to make her think that?"
"Apparently I was reading the Hoppy Pot all wrong," Draco said, sighing. "You really could have told me that they changed the story."
Hermione laughed out loud at that. "Oh, Draco. Don't tell me you only ever read the biased Pureblood version."
"Of course." Draco grimaced. "How was I supposed to know there was a different version?"
"How did Ellie take it?" Hermione asked when she finally stopped laughing. "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot is her favourite story."
"Almost threw a fit when the nice old wizard didn't help he Muggles, but I just let her tell the story herself," Draco replied.
"Well, you can't really complain about her temper. You're the one she gets it from," Hermione teased.
"Very funny. All I'm saying is that you're going to read her bedtime story tonight."