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Title: Flaming June!
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, and Harry Potter (not to mention the potatoes)
Word Count: 1000
Rating: G
Summary: Ron thinks he needs some time alone. After all for a bloke who's recently got himself a girlfriend it's necessary, isn't it?
Author's Notes: Thank you to chocolate_limes for the following suggestion in my plea for inspiration post: Ron: Decides to practise undoing bras for future use, someone discovers him This too was supposed to be a drabble. Whoops (again)!!
Flaming June!
Was there no peace in the house at all? The last three days Ron had tried to get a few minutes on his own, for reasons he’d rather not divulge to anyone if he could help it, and had failed abysmally. It was great having Harry there, and it was really Harry’s first family Christmas, so he felt a bit mean. But he just wanted some time alone.
Didn’t they know that being a bloke meant it was necessary? Especially a bloke with a girlfriend. A bloke with a girlfriend definitely needed time alone, there were certain things that needed to be taken care of.
Upstairs, hidden between his mattress and the frame of his bed, Ron had something a bit special. Something that he’d been looking forward to enjoying ever since they’d arrived back from school. Something that was going to stand him in very good stead when he returned after Christmas. Something that he wasn’t prepared to share.
Three days ago, he’d almost got a locking charm on the door before Harry burst through saying they were all going down to the meadow for a game of Quidditch. There was no way he could say no, he’d had to go.
Then the day before yesterday … Well that didn’t matter. It looked like he might get a few minutes peace and quiet now. Everyone seemed taken up with their plans for the evening and the next day. While his mum was giving out the rotas for cooking the meal, Ron slipped out of the room and hurried up the stairs to the little room at the top of the house.
This time he locked the door, applied a silencing charm and retrieved his battered, but treasured (even if he’d not really read it properly, yet) copy of June’s Wicked Witch magazine.
A bloke such as he, Ron thought, fumbling until he got to the right page, had it firmly within his duty to be practiced at such things.
He could feel a certain air of excitement at the thought of what he was going to do. The days since he’d first noticed the little tip in a box at the bottom of that page had been filled with anticipation. This wasn’t something he wanted to talk to anyone else about, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted to do while anyone else was in the room. Even if it was Harry, and even if he knew he was sleeping from the gentle little snores he did when he was breathing in.
Quickly he went to the wardrobe and retrieved everything he needed and set to work. The chair that he usually piled his dirty clothes on was carefully positioned, everything else he needed arranged carefully. Ron sunk to his knees, closed his eyes and imagined himself there with Lavender.
“He was moaning,” explained George in a whisper.
“Her name,” added Fred.
“Yeah?” asked Harry, looking towards the twins and grinning. “And?”
“And,” George replied. “His hands were busy.”
“Very busy!” Fred confirmed.
“Oh,” replied Harry, not sure he wanted to hear any more. Wasn’t it something they all did? He was sure there must be times, however careful he’d been that Ron had at least suspected he was doing it.
“Wait,” Fred suggested. “We’re not finished.”
“Oy, you two,” Ron had emerged from his room, his face as red as ever.
“You’d best put everything back,” George told him.
“Exactly where it came from,” added Fred.
Harry couldn’t help but let his eyes drop towards Ron’s groin. He hated himself for it. What were they going on about?
“Arms out from behind your back,” Fred said to Ron, who was trying to sidle away.
“Leave me alone,” Ron suggested, throwing a look at Harry that was saying You’re my mate, help me.
“He said, little brother, arms out from behind your back.”
Ron couldn’t avoid doing what they said. They were moving in on him.
“Ron?” Harry blinked furiously. “What’s that?”
“Tell him Ron,” Fred suggested.
“Or we’ll tell Lavender,” George added.
“It’s a bra,” Ron’s voice was dripping with mortification.
“A bra?” asked Harry.
“You know,” Fred and George replied together. “Those things girls wear to keep their extremely succulent -“
“Yeah!” Harry stopped them. “I know that bit. But why do you have one, Ron?”
“Ask him whose,” Fred suggested.
Ron sighed, his face redder than ever.
“And what was in it.” George added.
“Ron?” Harry felt like they were stuck in a groove on one of Uncle Vernon’s records somewhere. Fred would suggest something, George would add to it, and Harry would exclaim Ron?
“Alright, alright,” Ron told them. “It was just a hot tip in Wicked Witch.”
“Not the June edition?” asked George.
“Yeah.”
“With the centre fold of,” Fred gesticulated in time with George.
“Yeah,” Ron said again.
“So?” Harry asked, feeling a bit left out.
“So I was practicing, undoing this, without magic.” Ron waved the bra in front of them.
“It’s not small, is it?” Harry asked.
“Sssssh,” suggested Fred.
“Ron?” Mrs Weasley exclaimed as she climbed the stairs towards them.
“What?” he asked.
“I was coming to tell you that you and Harry are on sprout duty tomorrow. Oh, well done.”
“Well done?” Ron asked.
“You found my bra. Where did I leave it? Oh never mind. It probably wasn’t even me. Fleur just can’t put the washing away properly. You’d think she’d know this wouldn’t fit Ginny wouldn’t you?”
Fred and George grinned. Ron let out a silent sigh of relief. He just had the potatoes he’d filled it with when it was adjusted around the back of the chair to dispose of now.
No-one else noticed, but Harry was suddenly blushing and feeling extremely hot under the colour. As he slipped into the room he shared with his best friend, he cursed Mrs Weasley for putting the thought into his head and at the same time wondered if the magazine was going to be easy to find again.
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, and Harry Potter (not to mention the potatoes)
Word Count: 1000
Rating: G
Summary: Ron thinks he needs some time alone. After all for a bloke who's recently got himself a girlfriend it's necessary, isn't it?
Author's Notes: Thank you to chocolate_limes for the following suggestion in my plea for inspiration post: Ron: Decides to practise undoing bras for future use, someone discovers him This too was supposed to be a drabble. Whoops (again)!!
Flaming June!
Was there no peace in the house at all? The last three days Ron had tried to get a few minutes on his own, for reasons he’d rather not divulge to anyone if he could help it, and had failed abysmally. It was great having Harry there, and it was really Harry’s first family Christmas, so he felt a bit mean. But he just wanted some time alone.
Didn’t they know that being a bloke meant it was necessary? Especially a bloke with a girlfriend. A bloke with a girlfriend definitely needed time alone, there were certain things that needed to be taken care of.
Upstairs, hidden between his mattress and the frame of his bed, Ron had something a bit special. Something that he’d been looking forward to enjoying ever since they’d arrived back from school. Something that was going to stand him in very good stead when he returned after Christmas. Something that he wasn’t prepared to share.
Three days ago, he’d almost got a locking charm on the door before Harry burst through saying they were all going down to the meadow for a game of Quidditch. There was no way he could say no, he’d had to go.
Then the day before yesterday … Well that didn’t matter. It looked like he might get a few minutes peace and quiet now. Everyone seemed taken up with their plans for the evening and the next day. While his mum was giving out the rotas for cooking the meal, Ron slipped out of the room and hurried up the stairs to the little room at the top of the house.
This time he locked the door, applied a silencing charm and retrieved his battered, but treasured (even if he’d not really read it properly, yet) copy of June’s Wicked Witch magazine.
A bloke such as he, Ron thought, fumbling until he got to the right page, had it firmly within his duty to be practiced at such things.
He could feel a certain air of excitement at the thought of what he was going to do. The days since he’d first noticed the little tip in a box at the bottom of that page had been filled with anticipation. This wasn’t something he wanted to talk to anyone else about, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted to do while anyone else was in the room. Even if it was Harry, and even if he knew he was sleeping from the gentle little snores he did when he was breathing in.
Quickly he went to the wardrobe and retrieved everything he needed and set to work. The chair that he usually piled his dirty clothes on was carefully positioned, everything else he needed arranged carefully. Ron sunk to his knees, closed his eyes and imagined himself there with Lavender.
“He was moaning,” explained George in a whisper.
“Her name,” added Fred.
“Yeah?” asked Harry, looking towards the twins and grinning. “And?”
“And,” George replied. “His hands were busy.”
“Very busy!” Fred confirmed.
“Oh,” replied Harry, not sure he wanted to hear any more. Wasn’t it something they all did? He was sure there must be times, however careful he’d been that Ron had at least suspected he was doing it.
“Wait,” Fred suggested. “We’re not finished.”
“Oy, you two,” Ron had emerged from his room, his face as red as ever.
“You’d best put everything back,” George told him.
“Exactly where it came from,” added Fred.
Harry couldn’t help but let his eyes drop towards Ron’s groin. He hated himself for it. What were they going on about?
“Arms out from behind your back,” Fred said to Ron, who was trying to sidle away.
“Leave me alone,” Ron suggested, throwing a look at Harry that was saying You’re my mate, help me.
“He said, little brother, arms out from behind your back.”
Ron couldn’t avoid doing what they said. They were moving in on him.
“Ron?” Harry blinked furiously. “What’s that?”
“Tell him Ron,” Fred suggested.
“Or we’ll tell Lavender,” George added.
“It’s a bra,” Ron’s voice was dripping with mortification.
“A bra?” asked Harry.
“You know,” Fred and George replied together. “Those things girls wear to keep their extremely succulent -“
“Yeah!” Harry stopped them. “I know that bit. But why do you have one, Ron?”
“Ask him whose,” Fred suggested.
Ron sighed, his face redder than ever.
“And what was in it.” George added.
“Ron?” Harry felt like they were stuck in a groove on one of Uncle Vernon’s records somewhere. Fred would suggest something, George would add to it, and Harry would exclaim Ron?
“Alright, alright,” Ron told them. “It was just a hot tip in Wicked Witch.”
“Not the June edition?” asked George.
“Yeah.”
“With the centre fold of,” Fred gesticulated in time with George.
“Yeah,” Ron said again.
“So?” Harry asked, feeling a bit left out.
“So I was practicing, undoing this, without magic.” Ron waved the bra in front of them.
“It’s not small, is it?” Harry asked.
“Sssssh,” suggested Fred.
“Ron?” Mrs Weasley exclaimed as she climbed the stairs towards them.
“What?” he asked.
“I was coming to tell you that you and Harry are on sprout duty tomorrow. Oh, well done.”
“Well done?” Ron asked.
“You found my bra. Where did I leave it? Oh never mind. It probably wasn’t even me. Fleur just can’t put the washing away properly. You’d think she’d know this wouldn’t fit Ginny wouldn’t you?”
Fred and George grinned. Ron let out a silent sigh of relief. He just had the potatoes he’d filled it with when it was adjusted around the back of the chair to dispose of now.
No-one else noticed, but Harry was suddenly blushing and feeling extremely hot under the colour. As he slipped into the room he shared with his best friend, he cursed Mrs Weasley for putting the thought into his head and at the same time wondered if the magazine was going to be easy to find again.