A Short Story Is A Love Affair

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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A Short Story Is A Love Affair
Summary
A series of shorts, maximum 500 words long, to rid my brain of the thousands of plot bunnies that refuse to leave me alone.Tags added as and when. Updated every now and then.
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Time Flies

“GRANGER!” He hollered, presumably as soon as he’d stepped from the floo. Hermione scoffed, albeit fondly, not bothering to look up from her book as he strode into the room.

“What is it, dearest?” She asked, turning the page flippantly. 

“Some rat bastard has gone and impregnated my daughter!” He exclaimed. She observed in her periphery that he was pacing and waving his hands about. Standard for him, really. 

“That would be your son-in-law, Draco.” She replied patiently, still looking at her book, even if she wasn’t reading it anymore. 

“They’re too young. It can’t have been thought through. Lyra’s my only child, and he’s done…that to her.” He continued. Hermione finally looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. 

“She’s older than we were.” She pointed out. “It’s the circle of life. You could at least try and be happy for them. This is wonderful news and I know you know that.” 

He sighed dramatically, dragging a hand through his hair that he insisted was still white blonde and not just white. “It’s just all gone so fast.” 

She smiled. “Such is life when it’s good, unfortunately.” 

“It has been good, hasn’t it?” He smiled back, flopping down on the sofa next to her. 

“I mean, the start was questionable but it certainly picked up after that.” She shot back and he snorted. ”And we’ve still got a fair amount of it to go. We’re just entering a new chapter, Grandpa.” She grinned, and he buried his head in his hands. 

“I love it and hate it at the same time.” He groaned, voice muffled by his palms. 

“That’s usually how I feel about you.” She said as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

“Why on earth do I put up with you when you’re so mean to me?” He asked, wrapping an arm around her. “I should have taken that contract with the Greengrasses when I had the chance.” 

“Do you suppose the grass would have been greener?” She smirked at him. He scoffed. 

“Terrible pun aside, of course not. I have more than I could ever have wished for. I probably would have gotten into microdosing by now if I’d married someone that tedious. Spent every day just a little more drunk than the last, until my liver finally gave out and my body was eaten by the hounds that I kept on my estate.” 

“Crooks would have eaten you if given the opportunity.” Hermione said. Draco nodded. 

“He was absolutely waiting for his opportunity. You’re lucky I slept in your house as much as I did when he was around. I was in constant fear for my safety, but I kept coming back anyway.” 

“Stockholm syndrome?” She suggested. 

“Must be.” He agreed, kissing her on the crown of her head. “Bloody hell, Hermione. We’ve got a grandchild.” He said after a moment. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as she dissolved into giggles, as if they were in their twenties again. 

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