Week 6: Constellation Orion/The Hunter. Won for Admin's Choice.
Title: Getting It Right
Despite winning admin's choice, I was eliminated this round based on point totals. I had so much fun in this competition, and hope they run another round so I can play again!
"Are you in here, love?" Hermione stepped into the bedroom she shared with her husband. She couldn't see him, but she followed the sound of his frustrated groans into their walk-in closet where he was desperately rifling through his clothes. "Everything okay?"
"I can't find my navy Oxford anywhere!" Draco grumbled without turning to face her. "The one with the mother of pearl buttons. Same for my lucky Orion belt buckle. I need them."
Despite his harsh manner, Hermione joined the search. With the advantage of a clearer head, her hunt was fruitful and she quickly presented him with the requested shirt and buckle.
Draco snatched them from her hands. "Brilliant! Now you get dressed. We mustn't be late for our meeting."
"I am dressed," Hermione said, starting to get annoyed. "And we have more than an hour before the meeting."
"No, that outfit isn't right," Draco replied, eyeing his wife up and down. "Put on the green knit dress."
Hermione pursed her lips and waited until he gained the good sense to add please to the end of his sentence.
"Anyway," he continued as she changed, "an hour isn't nearly as long as you think. Who knows how long it will take us to find the right spot when we get there?"
It took exactly thirty-seven minutes to find the right spot once they reached the Forbidden Forest. Draco led them around the perimeter of the clearing twice before picking the right tree, the one with the biggest, darkest shadow to settle under, yet his nerves still seemed unsettled.
"Something else isn't right. Shouldn't your hair be up?"
"Enough!" Hermione yelled. "You've been a complete arse all night! What's gotten into you?"
Draco's cheeks flared red and he looked down sheepishly. "I just need everything to be perfect tonight. In a few moments, our nineteen-year-old selves are going to appear in that clearing. Then we have to convince them that we are them, that they've accidentally traveled ten years into the future, and that they should give each other a chance. What if I muck it up? What if they… if we never get together?
"Oh, Draco." Hermione stepped closer, smiling sweetly. "We can't muck it up. You and I are inevitable." She reached out and traced the line of three diamonds set on his belt buckle. "It's practically written in the stars."