This drabble also written for the Hogwarts Grounds Challenge (The Kitchens - dinner with new girlfriend/boyfriend's parents)


Something Special

Week 2: Adrian Pucey

Winner: KristyConspiracy

Pairing: AdrianTracey

There was a lump in your throat that wasn't supposed to be there. It wasn't like this was the end of the world, after all. Only your future in the hands of two people you'd never met in your life. No big deal.

"You ready?"

You jump at the sound of her voice, not expecting her to be there. Ready? No way! In fact, you would be quite happy if time were to stand completely still; to never move again.

"Come on," she whispered, almost laughing as she took your hand. "They won't bite."

No, but they could send me packing, you mused silently as you let her lead you through the front door.

The Davis house wasn't spectacular compared to other pureblood houses you had seen, but it was homely, and you liked that. (Well, you would have had the thought of who was waiting for you, wasn't eating away at your soul).

"Just through here." She pointed to a rather large door and on the other side you could see a light and… and hear voices. Lots of voices.

That lump was back again.

"Mum? Dad?"

You were finally on the other side and to your surprise, there were not lots of voices; just a very large room that occupied only two people and their talking echoed around. And those two people were standing side-by-side, watching their only daughter as she dragged a boy – you – into their kitchen.

"Mum, dad," she said again, grinning at her parents. "This is Adrian… my boyfriend."

You swallowed. You had had this moment planned out in your head. You were going to walk up to them, introduce yourself and then strike up an intelligent conversation. Now, though, you were lost for words.

"Adrian!" she hissed, nudging me forward.

You coughed. "Er… nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Davis," you said. "I'm Adrian."

Her parents nodded. It was her mother who spoke. "And you, Adrian," she said. "Tracey has told us a lot about you."

"All good, I hope." You never were one to make a joke and that was obvious when they didn't laugh.

"Of course."

Tracey gave you an encouraging smile.

"So," her mother then said, rubbing her hands together (almost as if she, too, were uncomfortable). "Shall we eat?"

The mention of food caused your stomach to grumble… rather loudly.

"I am, Mrs Davis," you said.

At that, she did laugh.

"No doubt," she said. "Aren't all boys?"

Everyone laughed then, and suddenly you were a lot more comfortable. You hoped this would be the first of many dinners at this house, because Tracey… well Tracey was something special.


I actually really like this one, and I hope I didn't mess up the second person style. It kinda just wanted to be written in that...