Post by Elienp on Nov 3, 2011 7:26:22 GMT -8
Title: Stubborn boyfriend
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 253
Summary: Sometimes being in love with a Quidditch player is the biggest burden.
Their argument couldn't be more ridiculous.
“I don't want to do that,” Hermione repeated for the umpteenth time, hoping he'd finally change his mind.
“Don't you trust me?” he, too, replied back for the umpteenth time.
“That's not the point! You're asking me to walk straight to my death!” she dryly exclaimed.
Draco waved her reply away with a move of his hand. “Sure, now would you please come here?”
Hermione growled. “I'm not-”
“Come here now.”
She glared at him.
“Please?”
She sighed but didn't move. “I understand how important it is to you,” couldn't she have fallen in love for a chess player rather than for a Quidditch one? “but you have to understand that it scares me.”
“Enough to make you flee the pitch?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“You know I'd never let anybody crash onto you?”
“I know but-”
“Then there is no reason for you not to come!”
Hermione shook her head. “That's totally ridiculous. It has nothing to do with somebody falling on me. I just don't like that sport.”
She was getting more and more upset. To watch the players in the air was enough for her to feel sick, why couldn't he accept it!
“It's why you have to fly with me, it'll erase your fear.”
She closed her eyes in frustration. Perhaps if she knocked him with his broom, Draco would drop his stupid project to make her fly.
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 253
Summary: Sometimes being in love with a Quidditch player is the biggest burden.
Their argument couldn't be more ridiculous.
“I don't want to do that,” Hermione repeated for the umpteenth time, hoping he'd finally change his mind.
“Don't you trust me?” he, too, replied back for the umpteenth time.
“That's not the point! You're asking me to walk straight to my death!” she dryly exclaimed.
Draco waved her reply away with a move of his hand. “Sure, now would you please come here?”
Hermione growled. “I'm not-”
“Come here now.”
She glared at him.
“Please?”
She sighed but didn't move. “I understand how important it is to you,” couldn't she have fallen in love for a chess player rather than for a Quidditch one? “but you have to understand that it scares me.”
“Enough to make you flee the pitch?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“You know I'd never let anybody crash onto you?”
“I know but-”
“Then there is no reason for you not to come!”
Hermione shook her head. “That's totally ridiculous. It has nothing to do with somebody falling on me. I just don't like that sport.”
She was getting more and more upset. To watch the players in the air was enough for her to feel sick, why couldn't he accept it!
“It's why you have to fly with me, it'll erase your fear.”
She closed her eyes in frustration. Perhaps if she knocked him with his broom, Draco would drop his stupid project to make her fly.
Dramione ftw! 
