Title: Badly Burnt
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: "You could've asked me how to use it."
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Warning: AU once again :)
A/N: This is actually very late but I wrote this for Valentine's Day…wow that is late!
She couldn't believe it. From her position in the doorway, Hermione could see the grey smoke streaming out of the kitchen. Her kitchen. And in the middle of it all, she could make out two figures standing there with downcast eyes, both scuffing their shoes onto her tiled floor. She could've sworn that she saw a flicker of a grin on both their faces.
Feeling overwhelmed already with the pile of paperwork she needed to get done, all Hermione wanted was to come home and take a long bath. Imagine the horror on her face when she saw smoke coming out of the back door and the fogged up window. Thinking that someone had broken in, she rushed through the back porch with panic written all over her face. Blasting the door open, she quickly scanned the situation only to find that the heart attack was for nothing.
Glancing up slightly, Cedric almost winced when he saw Hermione's glare and heard her tapping her left foot. He knew it was her left foot without even looking because she always used that foot when she was angry. If she was impatient or worried it would be her right. The plan was perfect when he thought of it this morning but somewhere along the way something went wrong. Who knew that using the muggle stove could cause so much trouble?
Cedric knew that she wanted an explanation but didn't she know how hard it is to say 'sorry' when you screwed up on a holiday? And on Valentine's Day no less? Backing up slightly, he reached for his wand and anything he could get his hands on. He told himself that he would never do this but it had to be done. That it was the only way they would both get out of trouble. Looking down on his right, he gave a pleading look and slipped the object to him.
Hermione's anger and irritation melted away when she saw his face and sincere apology.
"I'm sorry Mummy."
The little boy was no older than 5 but was as bright as his parents. His usually wavy brown hair and big grey eyes showed that he was a perfect mixture of his parents. At the moment though, he matched Cedric in every way with their smudges of food juices and light dusting of ash.
"It's okay sweetie," Hermione sighed taking the daisy offered to her as she picked him up.
Feeling him plant a wet, dirty kiss on her cheeks, Hermione wiped off his cheek before returning the favor.
"Don't I get a kiss?" Cedric pouted.
"You could've asked me how to use it," she mocked glared.
"Don't I get a kiss?" he repeated hugging her around the waist, knowing very well that he was getting her dirty.
Rolling her eyes, she kissed him before surveying the once pristine kitchen before her.
Maybe I should tell him to take Molly's offer.