Drabble: Edible Elves
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interpretthisAuthor: interpretthis
Fandom: Harry Potter
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Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Summary: “I still don’t see why we have to make them cookies,” Ron groaned, accidentally tearing a tiny dough elf leg off from the whole.
Notes: Post DH, but no spoilers. More than a drabble, but still a ficlet. I’ll admit…it was fun. *covers head and runs from the truth of having jumped on the good ship (me!)*
“I still don’t see why we have to make them cookies,” Ron groaned, accidentally tearing a tiny dough elf leg off from the whole.
“I’ve told you Ron – it’s to promote elvish welfare and encourage solidarity in the face of -”
“Yeah, yeah. But if we could only use magic…” He tried to pinch the leg back on, ignoring the large dent it left where the dough-leg met the dough-body. Every surface of the Burrow’s kitchen was laden with sheet upon sheet of elf-shaped cookies, some already baked, golden and crispy, others still flat, doughy shapes splayed across their metal sheets.
Hermione glared. “It doesn’t take much effort to make a batch of cookies -”
“Oho, not when there are twenty batches of that batch! This whole ‘acting like elves’ thing is ridiculous. They’ll never know the difference whether we use magic or sacrifice our own sweat and blood for their eating pleasure!”
“Yes well.” Hermione shot another glare in his direction. “I’d like them to know that wizards are capable of doing their own work, while at the same time offering them something nice like cookies.”
Ron grinned, ate a foot, muttered "I dunno, they might spew..." under his breath, and threw a bit of flour at her. It puffed out, powdering her hair like snow. She glared again, but this time her lips curled up at the edges. He shot her a glance.
“You know, I love you.” He ate the other foot. The air was heavy with the scent of bronzing cookies.
The oven pinged and flew open, loosing a comfortable heat.
“ I love you too.” Hermione grinned and threw the raw cookie she’d been shaping at him. “Oh dear, look at that, I’ve gone and ruined it.” She took a step into his arms, reaching up to smear a bit of the dough across his cheek where it had stuck.
“Aw, that’s alright.” Ron grinned cheekily and bent to give her a kiss. “It looked like a doughy bladder anyway.”
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Date: 2007-09-06 03:24 am (UTC)BTW....LOVED IT!! Thank you so much, Claire!! That last line...hahaha!!
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Date: 2007-09-06 03:28 am (UTC)You're very welcome - glad you liked it! ♥
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Date: 2007-09-06 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 03:42 am (UTC)Thank you! And haha, yes, I had fun with that line (& almost forgot to add it!).
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Date: 2007-09-06 10:23 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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