Fic: Common Problems (Draco/Hermione, Harry)
I won the third (and last) challenge for this month at dyno_drabbles . Got a nifty award banner and a participation banner. I'm so glad I signed up for this even though the characters were Draco and Harry. It was a lot of fun, and a lot less pressure, since unlike ldws this community doesn't eliminate anybody and you only have to write three drabbles.
Title: Common Problems
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 03. Sarcasm
Word Count: 498
Summary: Hermione is tired of her boyfriend and her best friend not getting along.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Written for the third challenge at dyno_drabbles. The drabble had to be conversation only.
"I've had enough," Hermione wailed. "You will talk about your differences until you get along!"
"Hermione, be reasonable." Harry shouted, banging at the door. "Let us out."
"Well done, Malfoy," Harry rounded on Draco. "You pushed her too far, and now she has looked us in her bloody living-room."
"In case you didn't realise, Potter," Draco drawled, "the crazy witch is mad at both of us. Perhaps we shouldn't have started a duel on her birthday."
"And what do you propose we do now?" Harry asked acidly.
"She can't keep us locked in here forever," Draco replied. "We'll just have to wait."
"That's your plan?" Harry asked disbelievingly. "Hermione is the most stubborn woman in the country-if not the entire continent! She won't just give up."
"What do you suggest we do instead? Want to have a chat about our inner most feelings?"
"Funny, Malfoy. You're such an arrogant bastard."
"And you're an insufferable git. Glad we cleared that up," Draco commented dryly. "HERMIONE, LET US OUT!"
"I don't think she's going to free us before we promise to get along," Harry sighed.
"Great, we'll be locked in this room for all bloody eternity. At least she's still mad at the Weasel for force-feeding her an antidote against love potions when she told him she was dating me. Otherwise I'd be forced to endure his presence, too."
"You can't blame the guy for thinking Hermione was under the influence of some potion. Who would have ever thought Hermione would end up wit you?"
"Hey, I'm just saying I'm glad Weasel isn't actually here. I tested myself for love potions when I realised I fell in love with Hermione."
"You love her?" Harry asked surprised.
"Get with the program, Potter. If I would just be going out with her to get in her knickers, I would have dumped her already."
"Fine," Harry replied, resigned. "Since it's bloody unlikely that we'll ever really get along, lets just find a topic we can both agree on, and whenever we meet and Hermione is around, we'll talk about it."
"That might work," Draco agreed reluctantly. "How about music? Everybody likes music."
"I like the Weird Sisters," Harry informed him.
"I prefer the opera, and I refuse to listen to any of the Muggle crap."
"No music then," Harry said. "What about Quidditch? We both like it. The Cannons are awesome."
"Are you daft, Potter? The Falmouth Falcons completely own this season."
"National teams perhaps… we're both from England-"
"Actually, my family's estate is in Wales." Draco corrected.
"Great, Quidditch is out, too. This is impossible. We must have one thing in common."
"Doubt it."
"Wait, I presume you don't like the Ministry since they seized half your fortune as reparation after the war, and I've always hated them."
"HERMIONE, let us out. Potter and I need to take over the Ministry together."
"Great, now she's going to keep us here to stop us from committing any felonies," Harry said sarcastically.
Title: Common Problems
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 03. Sarcasm
Word Count: 498
Summary: Hermione is tired of her boyfriend and her best friend not getting along.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Written for the third challenge at dyno_drabbles. The drabble had to be conversation only.
"I've had enough," Hermione wailed. "You will talk about your differences until you get along!"
"Hermione, be reasonable." Harry shouted, banging at the door. "Let us out."
"Well done, Malfoy," Harry rounded on Draco. "You pushed her too far, and now she has looked us in her bloody living-room."
"In case you didn't realise, Potter," Draco drawled, "the crazy witch is mad at both of us. Perhaps we shouldn't have started a duel on her birthday."
"And what do you propose we do now?" Harry asked acidly.
"She can't keep us locked in here forever," Draco replied. "We'll just have to wait."
"That's your plan?" Harry asked disbelievingly. "Hermione is the most stubborn woman in the country-if not the entire continent! She won't just give up."
"What do you suggest we do instead? Want to have a chat about our inner most feelings?"
"Funny, Malfoy. You're such an arrogant bastard."
"And you're an insufferable git. Glad we cleared that up," Draco commented dryly. "HERMIONE, LET US OUT!"
"I don't think she's going to free us before we promise to get along," Harry sighed.
"Great, we'll be locked in this room for all bloody eternity. At least she's still mad at the Weasel for force-feeding her an antidote against love potions when she told him she was dating me. Otherwise I'd be forced to endure his presence, too."
"You can't blame the guy for thinking Hermione was under the influence of some potion. Who would have ever thought Hermione would end up wit you?"
"Hey, I'm just saying I'm glad Weasel isn't actually here. I tested myself for love potions when I realised I fell in love with Hermione."
"You love her?" Harry asked surprised.
"Get with the program, Potter. If I would just be going out with her to get in her knickers, I would have dumped her already."
"Fine," Harry replied, resigned. "Since it's bloody unlikely that we'll ever really get along, lets just find a topic we can both agree on, and whenever we meet and Hermione is around, we'll talk about it."
"That might work," Draco agreed reluctantly. "How about music? Everybody likes music."
"I like the Weird Sisters," Harry informed him.
"I prefer the opera, and I refuse to listen to any of the Muggle crap."
"No music then," Harry said. "What about Quidditch? We both like it. The Cannons are awesome."
"Are you daft, Potter? The Falmouth Falcons completely own this season."
"National teams perhaps… we're both from England-"
"Actually, my family's estate is in Wales." Draco corrected.
"Great, Quidditch is out, too. This is impossible. We must have one thing in common."
"Doubt it."
"Wait, I presume you don't like the Ministry since they seized half your fortune as reparation after the war, and I've always hated them."
"HERMIONE, let us out. Potter and I need to take over the Ministry together."
"Great, now she's going to keep us here to stop us from committing any felonies," Harry said sarcastically.