Post by Elienp on Nov 17, 2011 10:17:37 GMT -8
Title: A Boor
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 292
Summary: Hermione's boyfriend cared about her, everywhere but in the air.
She loudly screamed, probably hurting his eardrums but, at this point, she couldn't care less about him.
This damn seeker! She'd never accept to fly with him again.
Hermione was aware that you couldn't go against your nature, yet how could she have known a bat would have the same effect on him than a snitch?
She tightened her hold around his waist. It had been a surprise, an unpleasant one.
Draco was a natural, once the golden snitch entered his sight, he wouldn't stop racing after it, not until the small object was in his palm. She usually loved the determined look on his face, the passion which emanated from him when he was playing, and she'd continue to love that about him, but from the ground for she'd make not to be on a broom with him ever again.
She greeted her teeth. The bat had flown in front of them, cutting off Draco in the middle of his promise to fly slowly and carefully.
Feeling his muscles tense under her fingers, Hermione had instantaneously understood something was wrong. Draco's mind had stopped working normally, his sense yielding to his passion. He wasn't her secret boyfriend any more, he was a Quidditch player, a seeker who wouldn't be distanced by a vulgar bat.
She had try to reason him., to no avail. He'd race after the bat until he caught it, totally forgetting he wasn't alone.
Hermione screamed again as he jerked the broom downwards, silently swearing she'd make him pay, also lecturing herself for having been so naïve.
From now on, she'd always remember that she could trust Draco to care about her everywhere but in the air, there he'd instinctively become the worst boor she had ever known.
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 292
Summary: Hermione's boyfriend cared about her, everywhere but in the air.
She loudly screamed, probably hurting his eardrums but, at this point, she couldn't care less about him.
This damn seeker! She'd never accept to fly with him again.
Hermione was aware that you couldn't go against your nature, yet how could she have known a bat would have the same effect on him than a snitch?
She tightened her hold around his waist. It had been a surprise, an unpleasant one.
Draco was a natural, once the golden snitch entered his sight, he wouldn't stop racing after it, not until the small object was in his palm. She usually loved the determined look on his face, the passion which emanated from him when he was playing, and she'd continue to love that about him, but from the ground for she'd make not to be on a broom with him ever again.
She greeted her teeth. The bat had flown in front of them, cutting off Draco in the middle of his promise to fly slowly and carefully.
Feeling his muscles tense under her fingers, Hermione had instantaneously understood something was wrong. Draco's mind had stopped working normally, his sense yielding to his passion. He wasn't her secret boyfriend any more, he was a Quidditch player, a seeker who wouldn't be distanced by a vulgar bat.
She had try to reason him., to no avail. He'd race after the bat until he caught it, totally forgetting he wasn't alone.
Hermione screamed again as he jerked the broom downwards, silently swearing she'd make him pay, also lecturing herself for having been so naïve.
From now on, she'd always remember that she could trust Draco to care about her everywhere but in the air, there he'd instinctively become the worst boor she had ever known.
