Post by Elienp on Dec 21, 2011 2:48:18 GMT -8
(I hope it's not too late to submit it )
Title: Christmas Shopping was his sentence
Rating: T
Words: 580
Warning: none
Challenge #9
He was literally buried under the bags she kept adding to the pile his arms had already lots of difficulties not to drop.
However he wouldn't whine - at least not too loud - wasn't he the one who had said to go shopping would be a piece of cake? Wasn't he the one who had said he'd already experienced the worst while accompanying his mother?
Yes, he was.
He was the one who had told her that and hadn't dared take it back when she had put her coat on. He was the one who hadn't fled – why hadn't he done it for Salazar's sake! - when she'd lost sight of him among the crowd.
He was the one who was too proud to admit Christmas shopping was too much for him. His mother then her, as time flew he'd only switched from a tormentor to another.
His legs almost failed him as she was adding more presents in his arms.
“Are you buying gifts for the whole world?” he grumbled while trying to face her.
Yet, as much as he tried, he couldn't see anything else than boxes – they weren't all of the same colour, it certainly didn't matter for him at that moment though.
“I want to make them happy, don't you want to make them happy?”
“I don't-”
“Draco,” Hermione warned him, her mouth suddenly close – very close – to his ear.
He sighed. “It's not that I don't care, but isn't one present enough for each person? Two can be acceptable, but how many did you find only for Ginny? Five? Six? Seven? Do you have so much money?”
He turned his head to see Hermione beaming at him. She did have money – her job at the ministry paid very well – but she didn't have that much, however he did.
“Next time I don't come,” he declared.
“As long as I keep your credit card,” Hermione shrugged.
She was being selfish, yet she knew she could, for Draco would always be by her side to do their – her Christmas shopping. It was becoming a little harder each year to convince him to accompany her, but, in the end, she always succeeded in making him come.
Hermione had to admit his pride was his worst weakness, that and all the tricks his mother had told her. She giggled, it still amazed her how well she was getting along with her mother-in-law.
“What the Hell!”
She giggled again.
She doubted Draco was glad she and his mother had become close friends for he was obviously condemned to suffer from such an alliance.
As a young boy, he'd never been able to escape Christmas shopping with his mother. As an adult, he was understanding he'd never be able to escape it either, for his fiancée seemed determined to keep the tradition.
At Christmas, since he'd been able to walk alone and for the rest of his life, Draco Malfoy was condemned to be buried under hundreds of presents – which he also had to pay for! - while being pushed in every damned direction by the crowd.
“I hate Christmas.”
“You hate Christmas shopping,” Hermione corrected him.
“What's the difference?”
“It's huge! Don't tell me you hate to receive presents?”
Draco silently growled. What could he say? He loved to receive presents!
He just hated to buy them for others.
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.
Title: Christmas Shopping was his sentence
Rating: T
Words: 580
Warning: none
Challenge #9
He was literally buried under the bags she kept adding to the pile his arms had already lots of difficulties not to drop.
However he wouldn't whine - at least not too loud - wasn't he the one who had said to go shopping would be a piece of cake? Wasn't he the one who had said he'd already experienced the worst while accompanying his mother?
Yes, he was.
He was the one who had told her that and hadn't dared take it back when she had put her coat on. He was the one who hadn't fled – why hadn't he done it for Salazar's sake! - when she'd lost sight of him among the crowd.
He was the one who was too proud to admit Christmas shopping was too much for him. His mother then her, as time flew he'd only switched from a tormentor to another.
His legs almost failed him as she was adding more presents in his arms.
“Are you buying gifts for the whole world?” he grumbled while trying to face her.
Yet, as much as he tried, he couldn't see anything else than boxes – they weren't all of the same colour, it certainly didn't matter for him at that moment though.
“I want to make them happy, don't you want to make them happy?”
“I don't-”
“Draco,” Hermione warned him, her mouth suddenly close – very close – to his ear.
He sighed. “It's not that I don't care, but isn't one present enough for each person? Two can be acceptable, but how many did you find only for Ginny? Five? Six? Seven? Do you have so much money?”
He turned his head to see Hermione beaming at him. She did have money – her job at the ministry paid very well – but she didn't have that much, however he did.
“Next time I don't come,” he declared.
“As long as I keep your credit card,” Hermione shrugged.
She was being selfish, yet she knew she could, for Draco would always be by her side to do their – her Christmas shopping. It was becoming a little harder each year to convince him to accompany her, but, in the end, she always succeeded in making him come.
Hermione had to admit his pride was his worst weakness, that and all the tricks his mother had told her. She giggled, it still amazed her how well she was getting along with her mother-in-law.
“What the Hell!”
She giggled again.
She doubted Draco was glad she and his mother had become close friends for he was obviously condemned to suffer from such an alliance.
As a young boy, he'd never been able to escape Christmas shopping with his mother. As an adult, he was understanding he'd never be able to escape it either, for his fiancée seemed determined to keep the tradition.
At Christmas, since he'd been able to walk alone and for the rest of his life, Draco Malfoy was condemned to be buried under hundreds of presents – which he also had to pay for! - while being pushed in every damned direction by the crowd.
“I hate Christmas.”
“You hate Christmas shopping,” Hermione corrected him.
“What's the difference?”
“It's huge! Don't tell me you hate to receive presents?”
Draco silently growled. What could he say? He loved to receive presents!
He just hated to buy them for others.
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.