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why_me_why_notApparently my muses hate me. I set out to write a nice H/D drabble for michie, since it's her birthday and she's fantastic. And because I needed a break from the other thing I'm writing that is giving me so much damn trouble. I asked de for prompt words, and she gave me creme, sunflower, and light. So I ended up with a fluffy 500 word ficlet that alludes to a larger plot/backstory. WTF? I can't even write a drabble without plot! Oh, and I'm also apparently a bad baby gender predicter, b/c in Garden I said Ginny & Neville are having a boy, but it's really a girl.
Unbetad, unbritpicked.
The early morning sun fell across the floor in waves of light and shadow as it shone through the blinds of the window above the sink. Harry shuffled sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing his bleary eyes. It was far from a decent hour to be up and about, in his opinion, but apparently Draco and Leah didn't think so.
Harry leaned against the doorframe and watched as Draco washed the stickiness off Leah's hands and then helped her jump down from the counter.
She scurried past Harry with a quick "Good morning, Uncle Harry!", and a few moments later Harry heard the telly cut on and the familiar sounds of Leah's favorite cartoon show filled the house.
Draco looked up and smiled, crossing the room to say his own good morning with a kiss.
"Ginny's not going to thank you for that, you know," Harry said when he pulled back, taking in the scene in the kitchen. "Creme brulee for breakfast? You spoil her!"
Draco just laughed, wrapping his arms around Harry. "There's nothing wrong with spoiling her a bit. I was spoiled and I turned out just fine."
Harry gave him a look of disbelief. "That's debatable."
"You're always such a grouch in the morning," Draco teased.
"I am not," Harry argued tersely, effectively proving Draco's point. "This is just an ungodly hour to be up. All three of us should still be sleeping."
"Have it your way, then, Potter." He flashed an affectionate, mischievous smile. "You go back to bed, and Leah and I are going shopping. I saw this dress yesterday in one of the Muggle shops that would be perfect for her. It has these little sunflower --"
"Draco," Harry interrupted, "what does she need another Muggle dress for? She doesn't go anywhere she has to wear Muggle clothing, or even dress up, and you bought her dress robes last time she stayed." Harry wasn't sure what should worry him more -- Draco and whatever he was planning that meant Leah needed yet more clothes, or Ginny's reaction to it whens he found out.
Draco gave Harry an exasperated look. "She has to have something to wear when we go to France next month. We won't be spending all our time in the wizarding communities, after all."
Harry started to say something but decided against it, shutting his mouth and shaking his head instead. There was no rationalizing Draco's ideas, and once he set his mind to something there was no stopping him.
That's how they had ended up together once the War was finally over. After all the miscommunications and half-truths and guilt and anger, Draco had been determined to set things right between them and make them work.
Three years later, here they were, living in a comfortable cottage with a mixture of Muggle technology and wizarding comforts, and keeping Ginny and Neville's daughter for the weekend.
This wasn't the life Harry dreamed would make him happy, but it was exactly what he wanted.
Unbetad, unbritpicked.
The early morning sun fell across the floor in waves of light and shadow as it shone through the blinds of the window above the sink. Harry shuffled sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing his bleary eyes. It was far from a decent hour to be up and about, in his opinion, but apparently Draco and Leah didn't think so.
Harry leaned against the doorframe and watched as Draco washed the stickiness off Leah's hands and then helped her jump down from the counter.
She scurried past Harry with a quick "Good morning, Uncle Harry!", and a few moments later Harry heard the telly cut on and the familiar sounds of Leah's favorite cartoon show filled the house.
Draco looked up and smiled, crossing the room to say his own good morning with a kiss.
"Ginny's not going to thank you for that, you know," Harry said when he pulled back, taking in the scene in the kitchen. "Creme brulee for breakfast? You spoil her!"
Draco just laughed, wrapping his arms around Harry. "There's nothing wrong with spoiling her a bit. I was spoiled and I turned out just fine."
Harry gave him a look of disbelief. "That's debatable."
"You're always such a grouch in the morning," Draco teased.
"I am not," Harry argued tersely, effectively proving Draco's point. "This is just an ungodly hour to be up. All three of us should still be sleeping."
"Have it your way, then, Potter." He flashed an affectionate, mischievous smile. "You go back to bed, and Leah and I are going shopping. I saw this dress yesterday in one of the Muggle shops that would be perfect for her. It has these little sunflower --"
"Draco," Harry interrupted, "what does she need another Muggle dress for? She doesn't go anywhere she has to wear Muggle clothing, or even dress up, and you bought her dress robes last time she stayed." Harry wasn't sure what should worry him more -- Draco and whatever he was planning that meant Leah needed yet more clothes, or Ginny's reaction to it whens he found out.
Draco gave Harry an exasperated look. "She has to have something to wear when we go to France next month. We won't be spending all our time in the wizarding communities, after all."
Harry started to say something but decided against it, shutting his mouth and shaking his head instead. There was no rationalizing Draco's ideas, and once he set his mind to something there was no stopping him.
That's how they had ended up together once the War was finally over. After all the miscommunications and half-truths and guilt and anger, Draco had been determined to set things right between them and make them work.
Three years later, here they were, living in a comfortable cottage with a mixture of Muggle technology and wizarding comforts, and keeping Ginny and Neville's daughter for the weekend.
This wasn't the life Harry dreamed would make him happy, but it was exactly what he wanted.
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Date: 2006-06-10 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-11 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-10 08:41 pm (UTC)Love that.
And you.
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:43 pm (UTC)And I love you.
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Date: 2006-06-10 10:26 pm (UTC)plot is most excellent, especially when it begs prequels and sequels ;)
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:45 pm (UTC)Garden universe, so there are porny prequels that already exist. I just have to write the "working things out" part. But I have to finish Garden first, and I have a pile of other things to write too.
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Date: 2006-06-11 04:14 am (UTC)Plot is a good good thing. :)
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:46 pm (UTC)I do think plot is a good thing; I like plot. But I can't seem to write without elaborate plot lines, even when I'm just writing drabbles. Except for porn, and even then I usually try to slip in plot unless de stops me.
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Date: 2006-06-11 06:36 am (UTC)Plus? Leah liking cartoons. Yay!
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, Leah likes cartoons. *G* She may be a pure-blood, but she's growing up with a healthy mix of wizard and Muggle things. And Muggle cartoons are a fun thing for kids.
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Date: 2006-06-18 08:20 pm (UTC)And no. *pouts* I'm gonna put up a "Help Wanted" ad on my LJ, looking for someone to choose my titles and write my summaries. B/c I have the hardest time with those things.