Weasley Whirlabout
Title: Weasley Whirlabout
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 300
Summary: "The lion is gaining on me!"
Author's notes: A very silly little ficlet for roelliej who asked for Harry/Ron fluff. Its not my OTP so unfortunately the best I could do was funny Harry/Ron with a side of Malfoy. I know, I'm weak. *whimpers* Happy belated birthday, sweetie! I hope you like it!
“Help! Harry, help me!”
Harry heart hammered as he sprinted, Ron’s panicked screams ringing in his ears. What could have happened?! He never should have left his boyfriend alone. He should have been more careful, more alert. If anything happened to Ron…a whimper escaped Harry’s throat and he ran faster, looking around wildly for the redhead.
“HARRY!”
“Over here, you moron!” barked out another voice. Harry had never been happier to see Draco Malfoy- even if he did look a hair’s breadth from murder. Harry bolted towards the blond. “Where’s Ron? What happened?!”
“Don’t ask me to explain it, Potter,” Malfoy barked. “Just. Don’t.”
Ron was still shrieking in the background and Harry was about ready to strangle an answer out of the git when Malfoy gestured vaguely behind him. “See for yourself.”
Harry turned around frantically and goggled. “Ron?” he blurted.
“Help me, Harry!” Ron bellowed. He was seated on a horse, galloping for all he was worth. “The lion won’t stop chasing me! He’s gaining on me!” he shrieked, absolutely panic-stricken. Harry could only stare, not quite trusting himself to say a word. Technically, Ron was right.
“Let him finish,” Malfoy drawled. “It gets better.”
“Be quiet!” Harry snapped. “Ron, what…just…what?”
“I was trying to catch that kangaroo!” Ron explained, pointing frantically to the beast bounding dead ahead of him. “But then this stupid elephant got in the way and the unicorn wouldn’t move and now there’s a sodding lion chasing me! Harry, help me! Make it stop!”
Harry just stood there, unsure how to deal with this situation without sending Ron into fits. Malfoy, however had no such qualms.
“I’ll tell you how to stop it, Weasley!” he bellowed. “Get your drunken arse off the fucking merry go round!”
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 300
Summary: "The lion is gaining on me!"
Author's notes: A very silly little ficlet for roelliej who asked for Harry/Ron fluff. Its not my OTP so unfortunately the best I could do was funny Harry/Ron with a side of Malfoy. I know, I'm weak. *whimpers* Happy belated birthday, sweetie! I hope you like it!
“Help! Harry, help me!”
Harry heart hammered as he sprinted, Ron’s panicked screams ringing in his ears. What could have happened?! He never should have left his boyfriend alone. He should have been more careful, more alert. If anything happened to Ron…a whimper escaped Harry’s throat and he ran faster, looking around wildly for the redhead.
“HARRY!”
“Over here, you moron!” barked out another voice. Harry had never been happier to see Draco Malfoy- even if he did look a hair’s breadth from murder. Harry bolted towards the blond. “Where’s Ron? What happened?!”
“Don’t ask me to explain it, Potter,” Malfoy barked. “Just. Don’t.”
Ron was still shrieking in the background and Harry was about ready to strangle an answer out of the git when Malfoy gestured vaguely behind him. “See for yourself.”
Harry turned around frantically and goggled. “Ron?” he blurted.
“Help me, Harry!” Ron bellowed. He was seated on a horse, galloping for all he was worth. “The lion won’t stop chasing me! He’s gaining on me!” he shrieked, absolutely panic-stricken. Harry could only stare, not quite trusting himself to say a word. Technically, Ron was right.
“Let him finish,” Malfoy drawled. “It gets better.”
“Be quiet!” Harry snapped. “Ron, what…just…what?”
“I was trying to catch that kangaroo!” Ron explained, pointing frantically to the beast bounding dead ahead of him. “But then this stupid elephant got in the way and the unicorn wouldn’t move and now there’s a sodding lion chasing me! Harry, help me! Make it stop!”
Harry just stood there, unsure how to deal with this situation without sending Ron into fits. Malfoy, however had no such qualms.
“I’ll tell you how to stop it, Weasley!” he bellowed. “Get your drunken arse off the fucking merry go round!”