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I've been looking into my "My Documents" folder and found a few Drabbles that I wrote a while ago for the Checkmated Forums. And I quite like them so I'm reposting them here.
Title: What is Reality?
Author:Malvernrob
Rating: R
Words: 300
Original Prompt: "Costume."
Title: What is Reality?
Author: Malvernrob
In an ideal world, Ron thought, Hermione would be with him here on the sofa, bouncing slowly on his lap as he listened to Chudley thrash those twats from north London.
In reality, Hermione was over there at her desk giving him disapproving looks and making disappointed sounds.
In an ideal world, Hermione thought, Ron would be sitting here with her, helping her with her work. Then later they would cook lunch together and if the mood was right make love in front of the fire.
In reality, Ron was sprawled out on the sofa listening with apt attention to a silly Quidditch game and cursing as Chudley got scored on. Again. And again.
In an ideal world, Ron thought, the only water this weekend would come out from the faucets.
In reality, it had rained from Friday morning till right now on Sunday afternoon.
In an ideal world, Hermione hoped that she would wake up on Monday to find Ron already up and dressed.
In reality, she knew that Ron would sleep in and hog all the hot water in the shower. And she would have to rush him out of the house to make sure he wasn’t late.
In an ideal world, Ron wished that Hermione would compliment him more about how hard he worked at a dead end job so she could continue to study.
In reality Ron didn’t realise that Hermione gave thanks every day to have such a selfless husband.
In an ideal world, Hermione wished she could wear a sexy Halloween costume. Something like a playboy bunny outfit. But she felt too self conscious about her body.
In reality, Ron loved every inch of her body and would die to see the bunny tail.
In reality they already had everything they needed or wanted.
~dm~
This one I wrote and posted not in the Drabble section of the forums but in a thread discussing which costumes female readers would want to see Ron in. Well I just had to give my two cents on the issue.
Title: Untitled.
Author: Malvernrob
Rating: PG.
Words: 305
“I’m scared Hermione,” said Ron sticking his head up from behind the sofa.
“What could you ever be scared off,” asked Hermione as she adjusted her hair in the mirror.
“There are strange women outside the house. And they are waiting for me.”
“What women?” Hermione walked to the window and looked out. There was no one there, except a few Muggle women who looked innocent enough.
“I don’t see anyone dangerous.”
“You don’t understand Hermione. They said I have to dress up for them. It’s tradition they said.”
“Oh, Ron!” Hermione rolled her eyes. “You’re so overdramatic. They just asked nicely if they could come to the party. I said yes. Maintaining Muggle relations is very important.”
Ron slowly stood up.
“But that Wolly one, she said she wanted me in just a towel! A towel! I’m not a piece of meat Hermione.”
“Sure you’re not. Now are you getting dressed or not?”
“No! I’m putting my foot down. I can’t do it anymore. Not this year. That fire fighter costume chafes me something horrible.”
“So wear uh…” Hermione scratched her chin while she thought.
“I’m going to wear the biggest and loosest Hogwarts robes I can find. That will allow me to spend the entire evening without all these eyes on me.”
“I understand your fears.” Hermione put on her best calming voice. “But for god’s sake man!” She turned off the voice. “It’s one night only. Pull yourself together and stop being such a big girls blouse.”
“That’s rich coming from you,” Ron retorted. “Your wearing what exactly?”
Hermione raised her chin. “I’m dressed as a beloved character from a children’s tale.”
“You’re dressed as Tinkerbell!” Ron retorted. “And you couldn’t cover a golden snitch with the material on that dress.”
Hermione grinned. “Well I got into the spirit. Why don’t you?”
~dm~
Title: Three conversations about Ron.
Author: Malvernrob
Rating: Pg
Words: 300
Original Prompt: "Parchment"
Ron unfurled the parchment and looked at the calendar. He had done his good deed for the day. Ron smiled, everyone loved him! Right?
*************
“Where were you last night? You stood me up?” Parvati fumed.
“I have an excuse,” Neville explained. “Really, I do.”
Deadly glare from the girlfriend.
“Okay, Ron accidentally set my pants on fire last night. He was trying to juggle and..”
“That’s why I smell smoke.”
“Yes, but I survived. And we can still have kids one day.” Neville playfully moved his hips.
Deadly glare, but with a grin.
***********
“Ginny, did you have a nice anniversary?” asked her mother.
“No! It was horrible.” Ginny snapped. “Ron skipped work and Harry had to work double time. Poor guy was knackered afterwards. When he came to bed he was so tired, he couldn’t get it u…uh.”
Ginny froze in horror as she realised what she had basically said.
Her mother held a soggy cookie in her hand and looked mortified. Percy, her newly reconciled brother, slowly lowered his magazine.
“I think I hear Fred calling me,” Percy stepped backwards.
“More tea mum?” A crimson Ginny offered.
************
Hermione was whispering.
“You know my feelings for you have never changed. Not since the first moment we met. You were present in my most intimate moments. I can always count on you for support.”
It was three am.
“I don’t care if Ron knows about us. He doesn’t understand. I always look forward to being together. I love to touch you every night. In the morning I never want to part. I love you.”
Hermione was talking to her pillow.
She was sleeping on the sofa.
Ron’s snoring was a crime against humanity.
*******
Ron awoke refreshed and rested. Time again to make the world a better place.
Title: What is Reality?
Author:Malvernrob
Rating: R
Words: 300
Original Prompt: "Costume."
Title: What is Reality?
Author: Malvernrob
In an ideal world, Ron thought, Hermione would be with him here on the sofa, bouncing slowly on his lap as he listened to Chudley thrash those twats from north London.
In reality, Hermione was over there at her desk giving him disapproving looks and making disappointed sounds.
In an ideal world, Hermione thought, Ron would be sitting here with her, helping her with her work. Then later they would cook lunch together and if the mood was right make love in front of the fire.
In reality, Ron was sprawled out on the sofa listening with apt attention to a silly Quidditch game and cursing as Chudley got scored on. Again. And again.
In an ideal world, Ron thought, the only water this weekend would come out from the faucets.
In reality, it had rained from Friday morning till right now on Sunday afternoon.
In an ideal world, Hermione hoped that she would wake up on Monday to find Ron already up and dressed.
In reality, she knew that Ron would sleep in and hog all the hot water in the shower. And she would have to rush him out of the house to make sure he wasn’t late.
In an ideal world, Ron wished that Hermione would compliment him more about how hard he worked at a dead end job so she could continue to study.
In reality Ron didn’t realise that Hermione gave thanks every day to have such a selfless husband.
In an ideal world, Hermione wished she could wear a sexy Halloween costume. Something like a playboy bunny outfit. But she felt too self conscious about her body.
In reality, Ron loved every inch of her body and would die to see the bunny tail.
In reality they already had everything they needed or wanted.
~dm~
This one I wrote and posted not in the Drabble section of the forums but in a thread discussing which costumes female readers would want to see Ron in. Well I just had to give my two cents on the issue.
Title: Untitled.
Author: Malvernrob
Rating: PG.
Words: 305
“I’m scared Hermione,” said Ron sticking his head up from behind the sofa.
“What could you ever be scared off,” asked Hermione as she adjusted her hair in the mirror.
“There are strange women outside the house. And they are waiting for me.”
“What women?” Hermione walked to the window and looked out. There was no one there, except a few Muggle women who looked innocent enough.
“I don’t see anyone dangerous.”
“You don’t understand Hermione. They said I have to dress up for them. It’s tradition they said.”
“Oh, Ron!” Hermione rolled her eyes. “You’re so overdramatic. They just asked nicely if they could come to the party. I said yes. Maintaining Muggle relations is very important.”
Ron slowly stood up.
“But that Wolly one, she said she wanted me in just a towel! A towel! I’m not a piece of meat Hermione.”
“Sure you’re not. Now are you getting dressed or not?”
“No! I’m putting my foot down. I can’t do it anymore. Not this year. That fire fighter costume chafes me something horrible.”
“So wear uh…” Hermione scratched her chin while she thought.
“I’m going to wear the biggest and loosest Hogwarts robes I can find. That will allow me to spend the entire evening without all these eyes on me.”
“I understand your fears.” Hermione put on her best calming voice. “But for god’s sake man!” She turned off the voice. “It’s one night only. Pull yourself together and stop being such a big girls blouse.”
“That’s rich coming from you,” Ron retorted. “Your wearing what exactly?”
Hermione raised her chin. “I’m dressed as a beloved character from a children’s tale.”
“You’re dressed as Tinkerbell!” Ron retorted. “And you couldn’t cover a golden snitch with the material on that dress.”
Hermione grinned. “Well I got into the spirit. Why don’t you?”
~dm~
Title: Three conversations about Ron.
Author: Malvernrob
Rating: Pg
Words: 300
Original Prompt: "Parchment"
Ron unfurled the parchment and looked at the calendar. He had done his good deed for the day. Ron smiled, everyone loved him! Right?
*************
“Where were you last night? You stood me up?” Parvati fumed.
“I have an excuse,” Neville explained. “Really, I do.”
Deadly glare from the girlfriend.
“Okay, Ron accidentally set my pants on fire last night. He was trying to juggle and..”
“That’s why I smell smoke.”
“Yes, but I survived. And we can still have kids one day.” Neville playfully moved his hips.
Deadly glare, but with a grin.
***********
“Ginny, did you have a nice anniversary?” asked her mother.
“No! It was horrible.” Ginny snapped. “Ron skipped work and Harry had to work double time. Poor guy was knackered afterwards. When he came to bed he was so tired, he couldn’t get it u…uh.”
Ginny froze in horror as she realised what she had basically said.
Her mother held a soggy cookie in her hand and looked mortified. Percy, her newly reconciled brother, slowly lowered his magazine.
“I think I hear Fred calling me,” Percy stepped backwards.
“More tea mum?” A crimson Ginny offered.
************
Hermione was whispering.
“You know my feelings for you have never changed. Not since the first moment we met. You were present in my most intimate moments. I can always count on you for support.”
It was three am.
“I don’t care if Ron knows about us. He doesn’t understand. I always look forward to being together. I love to touch you every night. In the morning I never want to part. I love you.”
Hermione was talking to her pillow.
She was sleeping on the sofa.
Ron’s snoring was a crime against humanity.
*******
Ron awoke refreshed and rested. Time again to make the world a better place.