Title: Surprise?
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: He wanted- no needed- tonight to be perfect.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: So I couldn't help but write and dedicate this drabble for all of my lovely friends! THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE BDAY GREETINGS :D (HUGS ALL OF YOU)
Racing around the room, Cedric made sure that everything was ready and in place. Checking the table, the food that threatened to burn if he hadn't came into the kitchen, and the box on his chair, Cedric waved his wand for with a few more charms before going into the bedroom. He wanted- no needed- tonight to be perfect.
Ransacking his closet, Cedric muttered a swear when he couldn't find the clothes he had set out as the clock chimed half an hour to go. Hearing a small explosion from the kitchen, he dropped the socks he was holding and went to go check it out. Once he was in the kitchen, Cedric looked into the oven to see if the dessert was okay. Cautiously opening the oven door, he slowly reached the two bowls with his wand and muttered a cook-finishing spell. Finding that they were all right, he quietly and steadily levitated the dessert into the refrigerator.
Looking at the clock, he found that he only had fifteen more minutes left before she came back. On his way back, he found his clothes neatly on the bedside table and rushed to put them on. He had pulled his pants halfway on when he heard a loud bang. Hastily putting his left leg in, he ran back and found Crookshanks playing with the pasta on the floor while the water was pouring out of the pot. Cedric immediately went for his wand but when it wasn't in his sleeve, he swore once more as a pop sounded in the living room.
Hermione had wanted to spend the night in bed with a wonderful book but her small, achievable dream was dashed when she heard a cat's yowl and a man's quiet swears. Dusting off her robes, she decided to investigate the problem but what she saw was something even she wouldn't have done.
The small dining area looked perfect with periwinkle tablecloth and dining ware with champagne in a bucket of ice. Making her way into the kitchen... it was a whole other story. There in the middle of it all was Cedric trying to clean off Crookshanks as best as he could with a dishtowel while another pot was threatening to overflow with what looked like soup. Her eyes scanned her once spotless kitchen but shined with amusement a moment later when she realized what day it was. Smiling at the thought of what he was trying to do, she didn't care if she got dirty and threw herself at him.
Not expecting her to be home so soon, Cedric was caught off guard when a body ran into him that caused him to lose his footing and Crookshanks. Falling down butt first, his face was breathing in a light scent of strawberries and vanilla that calmed him down considerable. From behind, Crookshanks only hissed at his mistreatment before stalking out of the kitchen but Cedric didn't mind.
"Surprise?" he questioned hesitantly.
Cedric had assumed that she was going to kill him when Hermione tackled him but thought otherwise when she looked up with a wide grin. After three years of dating he thought that their anniversary should be wonderfully perfect so that he could ask her that one question.
However, he never had to when she breathed 'yes' and brushed her lips lightly against his own that tingled and warmed his very heart, happy that she would his and he would hers.