Mini-Ficlets

Excalibur

Rating: G
Genres: Drama, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 15/04/2005
Last Updated: 21/07/2005
Status: in_progress

Just a collection of mini-ficlets that I've thrown together... Hope you enjoy them! :)

Chapters

1. Harry Potter and the Yellow Pages

2. Don't Panic

3. Cliches

1. Harry Potter and the Yellow Pages

SUMMARY: Harry Potter is bored out of his skull and one day, he decides to let his fingers do the walking...
RATING G (if there was a lower rating, this would have it)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Amynoelle made a comment in one of her reviews for The Ties That Bind (chapter 13). She is quoted here: "Though, to be honest, you could write the HP characters reading the phone book and I'd still read it." Well, Amy, to see if you were telling the truth, I wrote that little story for you in your review reply and I present it to everyone here...
WORD COUNT: 434 Words
TITLE: Harry Potter and the Yellow Pages

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"Boot, Susan, 715 Parkwood Drive, London, 433-5733," he said thoughtfully as he randomly flipped to another page. He laughed slightly as his fingers skimmed down the page and landed on a familiar name. "Weasley, R & L , 1313 Mockingbird lane, Ottery St. Catchpole 243-5936."

"Are you reading through the phonebook again, Harry?" Hermione snorted in laughter as she walked into their kitchen.

Harry looked up with a smile and shrugged. "I got bored again," he explained simply as he flipped to another page in the book. His eyes went wide and he looked excitedly at Hermione. "Even Remus is listed! Listen to this: Lupin, R.J., 30 Luna Lane, SOHO, London, 937-3953!"

"That's great, Harry," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. "Why don't you help me in the garden? That should free you of your boredom..."

"But it's great looking up the names of our friends!" Harry protested with a laugh. "Come on, Love, you know you want to look up Ginny and Neville's number..."

Hermione hid a grin at Harry's obviously simple pleasure. It wasn't until recently that he'd finally been able to sleep soundly at night and his little, amusing quirks warmed her heart. With a sigh of defeat, though happy to see his glittering eyes and wide smile, Hermione sat next to him as they flipped back a few pages.

"Here they are! Longbottom, N & G, 5 Herbery court, Ceddar, 975-9475..." Harry said with glee.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh as she flipped the pages forward and stopped at a well worn page. "Potter, H, H & K, 8 Covert Cove, Godric's Hollow, Wales, 765-6743" she said, punctuated with a tender kiss to her husband's cheek.

Harry smiled lovingly in return when the cry of an uncomfortable baby broke the palpable silence. "It's my turn to change her," Harry said with a quick smile. "I won't be long..."

Hermione laughed to herself as Harry raced from the room and just a few minutes after he disappeared, she was greeted with silence once again. "What does he do to quiet her so quickly?" she asked aloud and this time snuck to the nursery. She nearly fell to the floor in hysterics when she heard what Harry was saying.

"You know, you'll have a line in there one day... I can see it now: Potter, Keira Marie, 100 Cutie Pie Avenue, Daddy's Little Girl, London, 288-3743!" As soon as he finished speaking, their cute-as-a-button daughter giggled happily and clapped her hands.

"You quiet her down by quoting phonebook entries?" Hermione asked in a loving laugh. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

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I hope everyone enjoyed this teensy, tiny, bit of H/Hr fluff, and please feel free to laugh at the story (or groan or whatever... :)

2. Don't Panic

SUMMARY: Hermione answers a question with the only real, proper answer...
RATING G (if there was a lower rating, this would have it)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: It seems ThievingMagpie is a Douglas Adams fan... (of which I am too) We were talking, a comment was made, and the next thing I knew, this little snippet broke free...
WORD COUNT: 123 Words
TITLE: Don't Panic

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"42," Hermione said calmly, trying to hide the smirk that was attempting to break free.

"What kind of answer is that?" Snape asked again, close to boiling over.

"42," Hermione said in an irritatingly serene voice.

"TELL. ME. WHAT. THAT. MEANS!" Snape barked, his once palid face now flush with rage.

"It's the answer to life, the universe, and everything," Hermione said matter-of-factly as if everyone should know what she meant. "Therefore, every question you ask has an answer of 42, because it's the answer to life, the universe, and... well... everything."

"100 points from Gryffindor and ONE MONTH OF DETENTION! NOW GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!" Snape bellowed in much the same way that a Hungarian Horntail might when protecting its eggs.

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3. Cliches

A/N: Hey, here's another little story I wrote. This one was an exercise I had to do in Creative Writing. Basically, we had to use cliche's in the story. I decided to delve into my Time After Time cast and after a mixup with the parents (Annie's Parents are not Charlie and Samantha) I came up with this. Hope it's a bit of fluff for those of you PKers who really need some ;)

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Charlie leaned back in his office chair and stretched for what seemed an eternity. With bleary eyes, he turned his attention from the ledgers on his desk to the crystal blue skies that were calling his name, beckoning him to forget about work and enjoy a lazy summer afternoon basking in the sun. He sighed when he looked to his neighbor’s garden to find that Mr. Allen was doing just that, leaning back in hammock and sipping from a glass of chilled lemonade.

“Still think the grass is greener on the other side?” Samantha’s voice floated teasingly from behind him and Charlie let out a snort of laughter.

“I’m just bloody fed up with all this work,” he said as he rubbed his eyes and accepted the cup of tea and biscuits his wife offered him. A mischievous grin broke across his face and in the blink of an eye he’d pulled Samantha into his lap.

“Oi, let’s not put the cart before the horse, Love,” she said after a quick kiss. “Remember our deal?”

“Right, right, work before pleasure this weekend,” Charlie droned dutifully but the smile was still firmly in place. “But we said nothing about breaks...”

Samantha smiled wickedly at him and slid off his lap. “Later, Love, after you’ve finished catching up on your office work.”

Charlie pouted playfully but couldn’t hold his quivering lip in the onslaught of his wife’s giggles. With a resigned sigh, he turned back to the financial legacy his company’s previous accountant left behind. The sound of shattering glass and a little girl’s crying pulled him from his task once again.

“It’s all right, Charlie, Annie’s dropped her glass!” Samantha yelled from downstairs. A few moments later she was back in the room with Annie in tow.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she stuttered between sobs, “but Bernie the Dragon was thirsty. I didn’t mean to drop the glass.”

Charlie looked at his five-year-old daughter and the plush dragon that she carried with her everywhere. He’d won it for her when the carnival had passed through a few years ago and Annie treated it as if the dragon were her best mate. Most little girls would covet a prized doll or plush bear but not his Annie. He smiled in the way that all fathers smile at their daughters—when a comforting smile is needed—and he held out his arms to offer the hug he knew she wanted. Annie nearly fell into her father’s arms and hugged him as tightly as she could, the plush dragon squashed between them.

“There’s no use in crying over split milk, Pumpkin,” Charlie whispered.

“But Bernie was so thirsty,” Annie whimpered. “He says it helps him breathe fire better...”

“I’m sure your dragon can start with a new glass, Button,” Samantha said and rubbed Annie’s back. “Just use a plastic cup this time.”

“Ok, Mummy,” Annie said and stifled a sniffle. She smiled and left her parents behind in her father’s study.

“I told you they wouldn’t be mad,” a low grumbling voice said as Annie filled a plastic cup with more milk.

“You were right, Bernie,” Annie said and handed the plastic cup to her best mate.

“Aren’t I always?” the dragon asked with his infuriating air of superiority. “It’s like I’ve always said: ‘Every cloud has a silver lining.’”

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A/N Part Deux: Just so you know, I have decided that whatever JKR decides to do is fine with me, I'm going to continue down the path of mutual respect, understanding, and love that I have enjoyed over the past two years with Harry and Hermione at the helm. I don't understand what she did with the last book, but I'm pretty sure it was a mistake. Look for updates sometime, I promise that!