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Rating: PG
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
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adventdrabbles' Dec 03 Prompt: Peppermint Toads
Word Count: 300
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Ron pried sticky little hands from his face, pressed a kiss on Rose's head, and stepped away. Almost immediately, Rose started bawling and Ron gave an exasperated sigh. He'd tried everything to get her to sit in the high chair so he could get dinner ready. He'd pleaded, he'd ordered—he'd even tried bribe her with peppermint toast, which she'd taken happily. Hence the sticky fingers. But she still didn't want him to put her down.
"Rosie, please." But she stretched her little arms out towards him. He hung his head and was lifting her up again, when he heard the front door close.
"Ron?"
"In the kitchen!" He kissed his wife when she entered. "Sorry, no dinner yet. Little miss here didn't take too kindly to me putting her down."
"Would you like me to cook?"
Ron was tempted to accept the offer, but Hermione looked tired as fuck. "If you can hold her for a sec, I'll get dinner started." He handed Rose over and got out his wand. He sent pots flying—his mother usually managed it more elegantly, but it worked alright—and got out the frozen pasta sauce he had prepared days earlier. It only took a couple of seconds for Rose to start fussing again. Hermione handed her over with a look of dismay on her face. "She doesn't like me anymore!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "It's just a phase and you know it."
"But what if it really has to do with me working full time and—?"
"I told you to stop reading those books. They are bollocks! You're a good mother and this is just a phase."
Hermione frowned. "I still look forward to spending time with her during Christmas break."
Ron pressed a kiss on her forehead. "As do I."
Title: Redemption
Author:gin_tonic/me_midget
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Prompt: Written foradventdrabbles' Dec 06 Prompt: Ice Sculpture
Word Count: 500
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Charlie started at the spot Kingsley had just vacated. The thought of his cold hands and the fear of embarrassment were forgotten.
"Oh, you fucking idiot!" Charlie yelled in the emptiness of the park and hit his own forehead. He had worked so hard to get Kingsley to agree on going on a date with him and in the last couple of weeks he had tried to impress Kingsley with each new date in order to prove himself worthy. Because Kingsley wasn't just any guy—his career had skyrocketed after the war, with him heading the Auror department after working as the interim minister. His candidacy for the post of minister, properly this time around, was just a matter of time. And even when Charlie ignored the career he didn't even compare against, Kingsley was extremely well educated, he was well read and smooth as fuck. While Charlie was just a regular guy who worked at a dragon's reservation for most of his adult life.
Charlie took deep breaths. It was clear he had to go after Kingsley and make it up to him. And there was no other way than to go and explain why he had been so... So stupid. He could just hope Kingsley would still respect him afterwards.
Charlie Apparated right in front of Kingsley's front door and paused for a couple of seconds to collect his thoughts. He had been at Kingsley's place a couple of times already, but it still astounded him how much this apartment—and the building it was located in—resembled its owner. There was nothing overly decorated about this place. The door had been crafted out of a dark wood that Charlie couldn't name. The place screamed of understated elegance. If Kingsley opened the door, Charlie would be able to see a long hallway that was sparsely furnished and which led to the open kitchen and living area. A door to the bedroom was on the right, but so far it had always been closed when Charlie had been here.
Before he could knock, Kingsley opened the door and frowned at him. "Are you going to stand there like sculpture for much longer or do you plan on doing anything?"
"More like ice sculpture," mumbled Charlie and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. With the words stumbling over his lips, he tried to explain why he hadn't really paid much attention to Kingsley in the park.
Kingsley's look softened a bit. "At least I now know what I'll get you for Christmas."
"So you don't think I'm a complete smock?"
"You are. For assuming I want to be impressed. Charlie, what I want in a man is trust and affection, not boastful shows of masculinity," Kingsley said with a sigh. "And now come in. I can see my neighbour watching us through her spyhole."
A grin spread over Charlie's face and he hurried inside as he silently thanked nosey neighbours for their existence. He could still make this right.
Author:
gin_tonic/me_midgetRating: PG
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 03 Prompt: Peppermint ToadsWord Count: 300
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Ron pried sticky little hands from his face, pressed a kiss on Rose's head, and stepped away. Almost immediately, Rose started bawling and Ron gave an exasperated sigh. He'd tried everything to get her to sit in the high chair so he could get dinner ready. He'd pleaded, he'd ordered—he'd even tried bribe her with peppermint toast, which she'd taken happily. Hence the sticky fingers. But she still didn't want him to put her down.
"Rosie, please." But she stretched her little arms out towards him. He hung his head and was lifting her up again, when he heard the front door close.
"Ron?"
"In the kitchen!" He kissed his wife when she entered. "Sorry, no dinner yet. Little miss here didn't take too kindly to me putting her down."
"Would you like me to cook?"
Ron was tempted to accept the offer, but Hermione looked tired as fuck. "If you can hold her for a sec, I'll get dinner started." He handed Rose over and got out his wand. He sent pots flying—his mother usually managed it more elegantly, but it worked alright—and got out the frozen pasta sauce he had prepared days earlier. It only took a couple of seconds for Rose to start fussing again. Hermione handed her over with a look of dismay on her face. "She doesn't like me anymore!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "It's just a phase and you know it."
"But what if it really has to do with me working full time and—?"
"I told you to stop reading those books. They are bollocks! You're a good mother and this is just a phase."
Hermione frowned. "I still look forward to spending time with her during Christmas break."
Ron pressed a kiss on her forehead. "As do I."
Title: Redemption
Author:
gin_tonic/me_midgetRating: PG-13
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 06 Prompt: Ice SculptureWord Count: 500
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Charlie started at the spot Kingsley had just vacated. The thought of his cold hands and the fear of embarrassment were forgotten.
"Oh, you fucking idiot!" Charlie yelled in the emptiness of the park and hit his own forehead. He had worked so hard to get Kingsley to agree on going on a date with him and in the last couple of weeks he had tried to impress Kingsley with each new date in order to prove himself worthy. Because Kingsley wasn't just any guy—his career had skyrocketed after the war, with him heading the Auror department after working as the interim minister. His candidacy for the post of minister, properly this time around, was just a matter of time. And even when Charlie ignored the career he didn't even compare against, Kingsley was extremely well educated, he was well read and smooth as fuck. While Charlie was just a regular guy who worked at a dragon's reservation for most of his adult life.
Charlie took deep breaths. It was clear he had to go after Kingsley and make it up to him. And there was no other way than to go and explain why he had been so... So stupid. He could just hope Kingsley would still respect him afterwards.
Charlie Apparated right in front of Kingsley's front door and paused for a couple of seconds to collect his thoughts. He had been at Kingsley's place a couple of times already, but it still astounded him how much this apartment—and the building it was located in—resembled its owner. There was nothing overly decorated about this place. The door had been crafted out of a dark wood that Charlie couldn't name. The place screamed of understated elegance. If Kingsley opened the door, Charlie would be able to see a long hallway that was sparsely furnished and which led to the open kitchen and living area. A door to the bedroom was on the right, but so far it had always been closed when Charlie had been here.
Before he could knock, Kingsley opened the door and frowned at him. "Are you going to stand there like sculpture for much longer or do you plan on doing anything?"
"More like ice sculpture," mumbled Charlie and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. With the words stumbling over his lips, he tried to explain why he hadn't really paid much attention to Kingsley in the park.
Kingsley's look softened a bit. "At least I now know what I'll get you for Christmas."
"So you don't think I'm a complete smock?"
"You are. For assuming I want to be impressed. Charlie, what I want in a man is trust and affection, not boastful shows of masculinity," Kingsley said with a sigh. "And now come in. I can see my neighbour watching us through her spyhole."
A grin spread over Charlie's face and he hurried inside as he silently thanked nosey neighbours for their existence. He could still make this right.
