A Tale of Two Ribbons
I'm not much of a Draco/Hermione shipper, but whatever.
disclaimer: Harry Potter (Pottah according to Snapie, Draco and everyone who can't pronounce his poor last name) and his friends/enemies/lovers do NOT belong to me. They are owned by the fantabulous J.K. Rowling. MasterCard and the Bombay furniture store don't belong to me either.
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In this typical suburban mall in America, not many strange things happened. Nor did you see any strange people It just didn't happen. One rainy Saturday, things were about to change.
In a somewhat crowded Bombay furniture store, two supposed foreigners pushed their way through the sea of people.
"Damnit! You picked a sale day to come to this blasted store! Look, I'm sorry for whatever I have done, but this is pure torture," said a young blonde wizard, accompanied by his bushy haired girlfriend.
"Honey, you know well enough that we need a new bed. Now stop bickering and come along with me."
Grudingly, the blonde named Draco, followed his unperturbed girlfriend.
Suddenly, she squealed as she stopped in front of a four-poster mahogany bed.
"Oh, isn't this lovely?! What do you think?"
"Hermione, it's all up to you. Just please pick something quickly!"
"I know a way we can make this fun for both of us."
She then reached into his pockets, feeling around for what she was looking for. His wand, some lint, a few Galleons.Yes, there it was-a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"Oh, I thought you meant these." Draco then reached into his other pocket, pulling out two black silk ribbons.
"Erm, Draco, where did you get these?"
He smirked. "Where do you think? Father gave them to me. He didn't use them to tie his hair up only, you know."
"My, my, isn't he a bit of a masochist?"
"A little pain never hurt, now has it?"
With a slightly wicked glint in her eyes, she took the ribbons from him. "You know, these look like they need to be broken in. Shall we?"
He only managed to reply with a growl, whilst pulling her onto the bed.
They ignored the stares and odd looks from strangers as he tied her wrist to the wooden posts with the ribbons. After he had readjusted them, he looked up.
"Okay, 'Mione, try pulling yourself away from the posts. I need to see how sturdy they are."
She tried, but they still stayed in place. "Oh yes, they sure are sturdy."
He then untied her, and they finally decided to get the bed. Mostly because he didn't want to hear her bitch about it anymore. They passed by the many amused and disgusted faces of the onlookers up to the counter.
"Uh...will this be all for today?" asked the cashier.
"Yes, I believe so," replied Hermione.
"How will you pay for this? Credit, debit, cash, check?"
"Credit."
Draco handed the card over as Hermione smoothed down her mussed hair.
"Sir, this is a MasochistCard."
"Yes, some things in life are painless, for everything else, there's MasochistCard, proud sponsor of all things in the wonderful world of sadomasochism."
*Review if you want to. I know it sucked.
I'm not much of a Draco/Hermione shipper, but whatever.
disclaimer: Harry Potter (Pottah according to Snapie, Draco and everyone who can't pronounce his poor last name) and his friends/enemies/lovers do NOT belong to me. They are owned by the fantabulous J.K. Rowling. MasterCard and the Bombay furniture store don't belong to me either.
~*~
In this typical suburban mall in America, not many strange things happened. Nor did you see any strange people It just didn't happen. One rainy Saturday, things were about to change.
In a somewhat crowded Bombay furniture store, two supposed foreigners pushed their way through the sea of people.
"Damnit! You picked a sale day to come to this blasted store! Look, I'm sorry for whatever I have done, but this is pure torture," said a young blonde wizard, accompanied by his bushy haired girlfriend.
"Honey, you know well enough that we need a new bed. Now stop bickering and come along with me."
Grudingly, the blonde named Draco, followed his unperturbed girlfriend.
Suddenly, she squealed as she stopped in front of a four-poster mahogany bed.
"Oh, isn't this lovely?! What do you think?"
"Hermione, it's all up to you. Just please pick something quickly!"
"I know a way we can make this fun for both of us."
She then reached into his pockets, feeling around for what she was looking for. His wand, some lint, a few Galleons.Yes, there it was-a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"Oh, I thought you meant these." Draco then reached into his other pocket, pulling out two black silk ribbons.
"Erm, Draco, where did you get these?"
He smirked. "Where do you think? Father gave them to me. He didn't use them to tie his hair up only, you know."
"My, my, isn't he a bit of a masochist?"
"A little pain never hurt, now has it?"
With a slightly wicked glint in her eyes, she took the ribbons from him. "You know, these look like they need to be broken in. Shall we?"
He only managed to reply with a growl, whilst pulling her onto the bed.
They ignored the stares and odd looks from strangers as he tied her wrist to the wooden posts with the ribbons. After he had readjusted them, he looked up.
"Okay, 'Mione, try pulling yourself away from the posts. I need to see how sturdy they are."
She tried, but they still stayed in place. "Oh yes, they sure are sturdy."
He then untied her, and they finally decided to get the bed. Mostly because he didn't want to hear her bitch about it anymore. They passed by the many amused and disgusted faces of the onlookers up to the counter.
"Uh...will this be all for today?" asked the cashier.
"Yes, I believe so," replied Hermione.
"How will you pay for this? Credit, debit, cash, check?"
"Credit."
Draco handed the card over as Hermione smoothed down her mussed hair.
"Sir, this is a MasochistCard."
"Yes, some things in life are painless, for everything else, there's MasochistCard, proud sponsor of all things in the wonderful world of sadomasochism."
*Review if you want to. I know it sucked.