Mocking Ron
Title: Mocking Ron
Author: enjambement22
Rating: G
Word Count: 429
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Categories: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine, just love them to much to leave them alone. Thank you for your patience, J.K.R.!
Summary: A quiet afternoon by the lake. Or maybe not, if you have friends like this.
Mocking Ron
Hermione, Harry and Ron were lying on the grass next to the lake. It was friday, they were really relaxed after their Herbology class, the last before weekend. They joked about Draco who suddenly started coming to the library; the conclusion was he was in love with madame Pince.
“Ehw, that's disgusting!,” grimaced Hermione.
“Tell me about it!,” said ron. “Though I think you are keeping your eyes on that greasy git a lot lately -,” he was teasing.
“Honestly, Ron, I know you don't read, but you could have noticed that my hair becomes 'greasy' at Potions lessons. Ah, you wouldn't, would you? Well then you could at least have noticed that your own hair becomes like dry straw.”
Harry woke from his relaxed doze and started to investigate Hermione's eagerness while she was trying to explain something to their dear, but rather sheepish friend.
“ - right, Harry?,” he heard her ask.
“Sorry, what did you just say?,” asked Harry dreamily.
“You boys! I was telling Ron that one should use protective salve for their hair if they are about to be exposed to the fumes from potions, but he obviously never even heard of a book called Security Measures for Potion Brewers, so it is useless -”
“Come on, Hermione, do you really think anyone besides you ever read that book?,” said Ron.
“Well, I've read it and I'm using the MappleAppleSalve when it crosses my way,” confessed Harry.
“Really? So you are interested in Potions as well now?,” Ron investigated.
“No, not really,” said Harry with a wicked grinn, “I'm rather interested in my looks, mate.”
“Shhh, there he goes!,” Hermione hushed them. Snape was indeed approaching the lake, but obviously did not notice any stupid brats around him.
When Snape disappeared from their sight, Hermione burst: “See? His hair was fluttering in the wind! It's really not greasy all the time, you know.”
“It appeared silky,” murmured Harry.
“Merlin's beard, you're both out of your minds!” Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing.
“And his voice,” muttered Hermione and winked at Harry who added as if they had rehearsed: “Is like a warm velvet blanket that slowly covers you when you are cold and sleepy....”
“That's enough!”
When Ron left, Harry and Hermione couldn't stop giggling. “I think I'm going to have a detention next week” said Hermione thoughtfully and leaned on Harry, who started to braid her salve-free silky hair. Harry didn't say a thing, but he felt sorry for her. Her detention was going to be with Filch - Snape was already taken.
Author: enjambement22
Rating: G
Word Count: 429
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Categories: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine, just love them to much to leave them alone. Thank you for your patience, J.K.R.!
Summary: A quiet afternoon by the lake. Or maybe not, if you have friends like this.
Mocking Ron
Hermione, Harry and Ron were lying on the grass next to the lake. It was friday, they were really relaxed after their Herbology class, the last before weekend. They joked about Draco who suddenly started coming to the library; the conclusion was he was in love with madame Pince.
“Ehw, that's disgusting!,” grimaced Hermione.
“Tell me about it!,” said ron. “Though I think you are keeping your eyes on that greasy git a lot lately -,” he was teasing.
“Honestly, Ron, I know you don't read, but you could have noticed that my hair becomes 'greasy' at Potions lessons. Ah, you wouldn't, would you? Well then you could at least have noticed that your own hair becomes like dry straw.”
Harry woke from his relaxed doze and started to investigate Hermione's eagerness while she was trying to explain something to their dear, but rather sheepish friend.
“ - right, Harry?,” he heard her ask.
“Sorry, what did you just say?,” asked Harry dreamily.
“You boys! I was telling Ron that one should use protective salve for their hair if they are about to be exposed to the fumes from potions, but he obviously never even heard of a book called Security Measures for Potion Brewers, so it is useless -”
“Come on, Hermione, do you really think anyone besides you ever read that book?,” said Ron.
“Well, I've read it and I'm using the MappleAppleSalve when it crosses my way,” confessed Harry.
“Really? So you are interested in Potions as well now?,” Ron investigated.
“No, not really,” said Harry with a wicked grinn, “I'm rather interested in my looks, mate.”
“Shhh, there he goes!,” Hermione hushed them. Snape was indeed approaching the lake, but obviously did not notice any stupid brats around him.
When Snape disappeared from their sight, Hermione burst: “See? His hair was fluttering in the wind! It's really not greasy all the time, you know.”
“It appeared silky,” murmured Harry.
“Merlin's beard, you're both out of your minds!” Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing.
“And his voice,” muttered Hermione and winked at Harry who added as if they had rehearsed: “Is like a warm velvet blanket that slowly covers you when you are cold and sleepy....”
“That's enough!”
When Ron left, Harry and Hermione couldn't stop giggling. “I think I'm going to have a detention next week” said Hermione thoughtfully and leaned on Harry, who started to braid her salve-free silky hair. Harry didn't say a thing, but he felt sorry for her. Her detention was going to be with Filch - Snape was already taken.