Title: “You think I do the cooking?” Word Count: 180 Warning/Rating: General Public. Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione/Harry/Ron and a random Marie. Author Notes: So, yes, I like the trio. Yes, I like to think Hermione does not do well in the kitchen. So, this is the best solution.
“You think I do the cooking?” Hermione asked her friend. She was laughing uncontrollably, thinking of how that would go.
“Well, I don’t really see Ron having enough resolve not to just eat it while he cooks and Harry seems … well, I just assumed I guess,” Marie said.
“Yeah, well, that’s a bit sexist of you. Anyway, Ron learned a lot from Molly about cooking, but he’s usually the one to bake, rather than cook. Harry on the other hand spent his years at the Dursley’s cooking breakfast and sometimes other meals for himself and his family there. At first Ron did all the cooking because we were a bit afraid it would bring back bad memories, but I think he sees it differently when he’s cooking for us. Like, he knows he’s appreciated for it when he does it for us,” Hermione said.
“So you don’t cook at all?” Marie asked again, sounding surprised.
“No, I haven’t been allowed to do anything in that kitchen since we moved in. I think they don’t trust me,” Hermione said, smirking.
James stirred at the sounds coming from the kitchen. He opened his eyes and sat up, running a hand through his hair. He reached and grinned at the body he felt behind him. James reached forward and touched an empty spot. He tried not to disturb Lysander as he slipped out of bed. He kissed Lysander's cheek who gave a sleepy groan in return. James chuckled. He grabbed the nearest pair of pajama bottoms and walked towards the kitchen. He stopped at the site in front of him. Lorcan in one of his jumpers as he moved something around in the skillet with his spatula.
James bit back a moan as he walked over. He wrapped his arms around Lorcan's waist and kissed his cheek. "Hey, what are you cooking?"
"Pancakes," Lorcan grinned and leaned against him. "I was up and decided to surprise you guys."
"They smell great. You look great too." James brushed his lips against his neck.
"Mmm, thanks, but not yet."
"But I'm hungry," James pouted.
"I don't want anything to burn. You can wait for a little while longer, yeah?" Lorcan asked as flashed his sweetest smile.
James knew he lost with that smile. He kissed Lorcan's cheek with a nod. "Alright, but I'll help you clean up after."
"I can't wait." Lorcan kissed him before he turned back to the stove. "While you're up, see if you can wake Ly. He's not a morning person, but I'm sure he would like to help with clean up, too."
"I'm sure he would." James chuckled. "Alright, I will."
He placed another kiss on Lorcan's cheek before he walked out the kitchen. He walked in the bedroom and slipped in next to Lysander again. Lysander groaned sleepily and moved closer to him. "Lor cooking?"
"Yeah,"
"He give you that smile?"
"Yeah,"
"Clean up?"
"Clean up,"
Lysander grinned and buried his face against James' side. James laughed and kissed his hair. He loved mornings.
Title: Messy apology Words count: 679 Pairing: Ron/Hermione
”Are you sure this is the best gift you can give her?” Harry asked Ron as he stood in Ron’s kitchen, staring at the ingredients Ron just bought.
“She always tells me how I don’t know how difficult it is to cook, that I can’t even boil water.” Harry stared at his friend, not sure if he made up the last part; Ron must have seen his look because he quickly changed his mind. “Alright, she never said exactly that, but it’s not far away from it.”
Harry chose to ignore it and picked up the book, slowly reading through the recipe. “And you’re absolutely sure this is what you want to make?” While the recipe wasn’t difficult it was time-consuming, and needed more attention than Harry believed his friend was able to give to food as it was being cooked. “Are you sure you don’t want my help?” It was not the first time he offered to help Ron, and he feared he would get the same answer.
“It is the dish I want to make, and I don’t need any help.” Harry knew Ron wanted to do everything alone since it was a gift, as well as an apology. Harry did not know what the fight was about, but it ended up with Hermione sleeping in his guestroom. Harry and Ginny didn’t mind it at all, but feared James getting up every hour through the night might be exhausting for Hermione, who was eight months pregnant herself.
Harry continued to stay with him until Ron felt uncomfortable being watched and sent him to the living room.
Listening to Ron, who was trying his best to do everything alone, was just as painful as watching him. Every time a spoon or knife fell down on the floor Harry wanted to get up and help him, but knew Ron would only get annoyed and order Harry back into the living room.
After about one hour, which Harry spent reading a Quidditch book, the front door opened and Hermione walked through. Harry did not know when she and Ron agreed to meet, but the food wouldn’t be done for at least another half an hour.
“Hermione,” he said a little too high pitched. Nervously he looked at the kitchen door, hoping the food was done soon since Ron said he wanted it to be a surprise.
“Hi Harry,” she said while hanging up her coat. “How are things here?” Harry was glad Ron had not made any sounds yet.
“It’s great; do you want to take a walk with me, outside?” Harry hoped she would take his offer, but like before she couldn’t.
“I’m tired Harry, I just want to go to bed.” She was half way to the bedroom when they heard a large crash coming from the kitchen. Harry knew Ron’s surprise was now busted. Both Harry and Hermione walked over to the kitchen, opening the door and stared at the mess. Hermione slowly walked into the room that resembled a battlefield, Harry wanted to laugh but knew it would not make things any better.
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked her husband. Ron stared at her, almost shocked to see her there. He placed his hands on his head as he stared around the room, almost like he was shocked himself to see the mess he had made.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said softly. “This isn’t how it was supposed to be, you shouldn’t be here yet, and dinner was supposed to be ready.”
Hermione smiled as she walked over and kissed him. “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this only for me.” Ron pulled Hermione closer and kissed her forehead.
“I had, because I’ve been such a dick lately. I’m really sorry Hermione.” Harry felt like it was an intimate moment between his two best friends and left their house. Ron’s plan did work, even if it wasn’t as successful as he might have wanted. At least Harry could head back home and tell his wife everything was well between Ron and Hermione.
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Date: 2012-04-21 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-21 03:17 pm (UTC)Word Count: 180
Warning/Rating: General Public.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione/Harry/Ron and a random Marie.
Author Notes: So, yes, I like the trio. Yes, I like to think Hermione does not do well in the kitchen. So, this is the best solution.
“You think I do the cooking?” Hermione asked her friend. She was laughing uncontrollably, thinking of how that would go.
“Well, I don’t really see Ron having enough resolve not to just eat it while he cooks and Harry seems … well, I just assumed I guess,” Marie said.
“Yeah, well, that’s a bit sexist of you. Anyway, Ron learned a lot from Molly about cooking, but he’s usually the one to bake, rather than cook. Harry on the other hand spent his years at the Dursley’s cooking breakfast and sometimes other meals for himself and his family there. At first Ron did all the cooking because we were a bit afraid it would bring back bad memories, but I think he sees it differently when he’s cooking for us. Like, he knows he’s appreciated for it when he does it for us,” Hermione said.
“So you don’t cook at all?” Marie asked again, sounding surprised.
“No, I haven’t been allowed to do anything in that kitchen since we moved in. I think they don’t trust me,” Hermione said, smirking.
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Date: 2012-04-21 04:14 pm (UTC)James bit back a moan as he walked over. He wrapped his arms around Lorcan's waist and kissed his cheek. "Hey, what are you cooking?"
"Pancakes," Lorcan grinned and leaned against him. "I was up and decided to surprise you guys."
"They smell great. You look great too." James brushed his lips against his neck.
"Mmm, thanks, but not yet."
"But I'm hungry," James pouted.
"I don't want anything to burn. You can wait for a little while longer, yeah?" Lorcan asked as flashed his sweetest smile.
James knew he lost with that smile. He kissed Lorcan's cheek with a nod. "Alright, but I'll help you clean up after."
"I can't wait." Lorcan kissed him before he turned back to the stove. "While you're up, see if you can wake Ly. He's not a morning person, but I'm sure he would like to help with clean up, too."
"I'm sure he would." James chuckled. "Alright, I will."
He placed another kiss on Lorcan's cheek before he walked out the kitchen. He walked in the bedroom and slipped in next to Lysander again. Lysander groaned sleepily and moved closer to him. "Lor cooking?"
"Yeah,"
"He give you that smile?"
"Yeah,"
"Clean up?"
"Clean up,"
Lysander grinned and buried his face against James' side. James laughed and kissed his hair. He loved mornings.
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Date: 2012-04-21 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-21 09:09 pm (UTC)Words count: 679
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
”Are you sure this is the best gift you can give her?” Harry asked Ron as he stood in Ron’s kitchen, staring at the ingredients Ron just bought.
“She always tells me how I don’t know how difficult it is to cook, that I can’t even boil water.” Harry stared at his friend, not sure if he made up the last part; Ron must have seen his look because he quickly changed his mind. “Alright, she never said exactly that, but it’s not far away from it.”
Harry chose to ignore it and picked up the book, slowly reading through the recipe. “And you’re absolutely sure this is what you want to make?” While the recipe wasn’t difficult it was time-consuming, and needed more attention than Harry believed his friend was able to give to food as it was being cooked. “Are you sure you don’t want my help?” It was not the first time he offered to help Ron, and he feared he would get the same answer.
“It is the dish I want to make, and I don’t need any help.” Harry knew Ron wanted to do everything alone since it was a gift, as well as an apology. Harry did not know what the fight was about, but it ended up with Hermione sleeping in his guestroom. Harry and Ginny didn’t mind it at all, but feared James getting up every hour through the night might be exhausting for Hermione, who was eight months pregnant herself.
Harry continued to stay with him until Ron felt uncomfortable being watched and sent him to the living room.
Listening to Ron, who was trying his best to do everything alone, was just as painful as watching him. Every time a spoon or knife fell down on the floor Harry wanted to get up and help him, but knew Ron would only get annoyed and order Harry back into the living room.
After about one hour, which Harry spent reading a Quidditch book, the front door opened and Hermione walked through. Harry did not know when she and Ron agreed to meet, but the food wouldn’t be done for at least another half an hour.
“Hermione,” he said a little too high pitched. Nervously he looked at the kitchen door, hoping the food was done soon since Ron said he wanted it to be a surprise.
“Hi Harry,” she said while hanging up her coat. “How are things here?” Harry was glad Ron had not made any sounds yet.
“It’s great; do you want to take a walk with me, outside?” Harry hoped she would take his offer, but like before she couldn’t.
“I’m tired Harry, I just want to go to bed.” She was half way to the bedroom when they heard a large crash coming from the kitchen. Harry knew Ron’s surprise was now busted. Both Harry and Hermione walked over to the kitchen, opening the door and stared at the mess. Hermione slowly walked into the room that resembled a battlefield, Harry wanted to laugh but knew it would not make things any better.
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked her husband. Ron stared at her, almost shocked to see her there. He placed his hands on his head as he stared around the room, almost like he was shocked himself to see the mess he had made.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said softly. “This isn’t how it was supposed to be, you shouldn’t be here yet, and dinner was supposed to be ready.”
Hermione smiled as she walked over and kissed him. “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this only for me.” Ron pulled Hermione closer and kissed her forehead.
“I had, because I’ve been such a dick lately. I’m really sorry Hermione.” Harry felt like it was an intimate moment between his two best friends and left their house. Ron’s plan did work, even if it wasn’t as successful as he might have wanted. At least Harry could head back home and tell his wife everything was well between Ron and Hermione.