Prelude to a Kiss
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marie_j_grangerRIP Madeline L'Engle. :-(
I wrote this for the Hermione drabble challenge, which I shamefully got booted from because I missed the first two deadlines. This is what I wrote belatedly for the second one. I thought you guys might appreciate seeing it anyway. It's actually about 90 words too long for the challenge anyway. I hope you like it. It's epilogue compliant and DH spoilers, but not exactly OBHWF. Beta by my husband. Snark alert.
I wrote this for the Hermione drabble challenge, which I shamefully got booted from because I missed the first two deadlines. This is what I wrote belatedly for the second one. I thought you guys might appreciate seeing it anyway. It's actually about 90 words too long for the challenge anyway. I hope you like it. It's epilogue compliant and DH spoilers, but not exactly OBHWF. Beta by my husband. Snark alert.
Title: Prelude to a Kiss
Rating: PG or PG-13, just for topics discussed
Warnings: Epilogue compliant, but not OBHWF compliant.
Summary: The truth behind the epilogue
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Neville/Ginny
Word Count: 587
Spoilers: DH through the epilogue
Challenge: “A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes unnecessary.” Ingrid Bergman
“How did she take it?” Harry asked, looking concerned.
“About as well as you could expect,” Hermione answered tonelessly.
“That well, eh,” he sighed.
“See for yourself,” she answered, “I’m going to kip out.” She put her wand to her head and removed a memory, and placed it in the pensieve sitting on the rarely used dining room table. She then headed for the futon.
Harry made sure she was safely resting, and then dove in.
Ginny and Hermione sat across from each other at the younger woman’s flat. Ginny looked curious, Hermione resigned.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about? Wedding plans?” the redhead chirped.
“No, at least, not directly. I need to talk to you about something rather serious.” Hermione visibly braced herself and then continued, “Harry’s going to propose.”
Ginny gave off a squeal that could have shattered their china teacups. “Finally!”
“Wait, you need to understand a few things before he does so,” Hermione said. “Harry and Ron and I… well, we’re kind of… a couple.”
“What?!?” Ginny’s shriek was a lot less happy this time, “How would that even work?”*
“Well, they sort of share me,” she admitted lamely.
“How long… why hasn’t he told me… you’re marrying my BROTHER!”
“Years… he knew you wouldn’t take it well… and only because polyandry isn’t legal anymore, even in the Wizarding World.” Hermione was absurdly calm. At Ginny’s confused look she explained, “Polyandry is one woman being married to two or more men.”
“Then why the bloody hell is Harry proposing to me?” Ginny’s temper matched her hair.
“He needs a beard… which is a Muggle term for someone who keeps other people from suspecting what’s really going on. Besides, he wants a family.” Hermione smiled slightly, “You’d be discrete, of course, but Harry wouldn’t mind if you wanted the marriage to be open on your side as well.”
“So, what, I’d have his children?” Ginny was obviously still confused.
“Well, while you’d carry them, at least some of them would be my eggs and Harry’s sperm. Muggles can do a simple surgery so that you’d be the surrogate mother.”
Ginny looked stunned.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but as far as the world is concerned, you’d be his wife,” a hint of bitterness crept into Hermione’s voice. “And if there’s someone else, we can arrange the wedding so he’s included. The boys… they want to have a double wedding so that we can use ancient marriage customs that will bond me to both of them. If you agree, you can be double bonded as well. It may not be my place to say so, but Neville is still madly in love with you.”
Ginny nodded mutely.
Abruptly, the memory ended. Harry headed over to the futon, where it was obvious that Hermione had not fallen asleep. When she saw him, her eyes lit up. “Where did she go?” he asked quietly.
“Neville’s,” she replied. “She’ll come around; I think she’s already willing, actually. I just worry that we’re not being fair to her. And what on Earth are we going to tell the kids? And when? How are we going to keep all of this a secret from Molly? I mean, I wouldn’t mind the rest of the family knowing if they had to, but this would absolutely kill her—”
Harry stopped Hermione’s worried babble in the most effective way known to mankind – with a long and searing kiss. Somehow she knew that all would be well.
Author’s note: *Line shamelessly stolen and modified from Friends, Season 3.
Rating: PG or PG-13, just for topics discussed
Warnings: Epilogue compliant, but not OBHWF compliant.
Summary: The truth behind the epilogue
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Neville/Ginny
Word Count: 587
Spoilers: DH through the epilogue
Challenge: “A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes unnecessary.” Ingrid Bergman
“How did she take it?” Harry asked, looking concerned.
“About as well as you could expect,” Hermione answered tonelessly.
“That well, eh,” he sighed.
“See for yourself,” she answered, “I’m going to kip out.” She put her wand to her head and removed a memory, and placed it in the pensieve sitting on the rarely used dining room table. She then headed for the futon.
Harry made sure she was safely resting, and then dove in.
Ginny and Hermione sat across from each other at the younger woman’s flat. Ginny looked curious, Hermione resigned.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about? Wedding plans?” the redhead chirped.
“No, at least, not directly. I need to talk to you about something rather serious.” Hermione visibly braced herself and then continued, “Harry’s going to propose.”
Ginny gave off a squeal that could have shattered their china teacups. “Finally!”
“Wait, you need to understand a few things before he does so,” Hermione said. “Harry and Ron and I… well, we’re kind of… a couple.”
“What?!?” Ginny’s shriek was a lot less happy this time, “How would that even work?”*
“Well, they sort of share me,” she admitted lamely.
“How long… why hasn’t he told me… you’re marrying my BROTHER!”
“Years… he knew you wouldn’t take it well… and only because polyandry isn’t legal anymore, even in the Wizarding World.” Hermione was absurdly calm. At Ginny’s confused look she explained, “Polyandry is one woman being married to two or more men.”
“Then why the bloody hell is Harry proposing to me?” Ginny’s temper matched her hair.
“He needs a beard… which is a Muggle term for someone who keeps other people from suspecting what’s really going on. Besides, he wants a family.” Hermione smiled slightly, “You’d be discrete, of course, but Harry wouldn’t mind if you wanted the marriage to be open on your side as well.”
“So, what, I’d have his children?” Ginny was obviously still confused.
“Well, while you’d carry them, at least some of them would be my eggs and Harry’s sperm. Muggles can do a simple surgery so that you’d be the surrogate mother.”
Ginny looked stunned.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but as far as the world is concerned, you’d be his wife,” a hint of bitterness crept into Hermione’s voice. “And if there’s someone else, we can arrange the wedding so he’s included. The boys… they want to have a double wedding so that we can use ancient marriage customs that will bond me to both of them. If you agree, you can be double bonded as well. It may not be my place to say so, but Neville is still madly in love with you.”
Ginny nodded mutely.
Abruptly, the memory ended. Harry headed over to the futon, where it was obvious that Hermione had not fallen asleep. When she saw him, her eyes lit up. “Where did she go?” he asked quietly.
“Neville’s,” she replied. “She’ll come around; I think she’s already willing, actually. I just worry that we’re not being fair to her. And what on Earth are we going to tell the kids? And when? How are we going to keep all of this a secret from Molly? I mean, I wouldn’t mind the rest of the family knowing if they had to, but this would absolutely kill her—”
Harry stopped Hermione’s worried babble in the most effective way known to mankind – with a long and searing kiss. Somehow she knew that all would be well.
Author’s note: *Line shamelessly stolen and modified from Friends, Season 3.
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Date: 2007-09-08 03:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-08 07:50 am (UTC)Anyway, I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2007-09-09 04:48 am (UTC)Yes, it's a complicated situation. I can see Harry needing a "beard" here. I'm surprised Ginny is willing to be involved; I was waiting for her to hex Hermione :P
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Date: 2007-09-09 04:57 am (UTC)If he didn't have one he couldn't have kids and people would expect him to be a big playboy, which I don't think is him. I don't know if Ginny would go along or not, but her doing so is the only way we get the epilogue but not the OBHWF happy way. Her hexing Hermione might have been more realistic, but I think she'd ultimately be happy that she gets to be Mrs. Potter, no matter what the truth behind that is.
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Date: 2007-09-09 05:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-10 04:52 am (UTC)Re: Trio fics, I know that and since I don't really do slash, I haven't read much if any trio fic. In my mind, the H/R doesn't exist much in this universe, except that they might occasionally both be with Hermione at the same time.