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Drabbles for my One Year Anniversary Prompts
For abigail89
Prompt: Harry/Ron: Harry catches Ron experimenting with Hermione's makeup, including some products that there's no way Hermione purchased. Major props for an appearance from Hermione and hot trio. I completely fudged your prompt, but only 296 words!
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Ron leaned back against the bathroom counter, while Harry leaned back against him, holding Ron’s hands around his waist.
Hermione stood nearby in her bra and knickers looking in the mirror applying lipstick. Harry could care less about her lack of attire but he noted with amusement that Ron was unable to look directly at Hermione.
“I’m sorry,” Ron whispered fiercely into Harry’s ear. “It doesn’t mean anything, Harry, I swear!”
Harry pursed his lips to hide a smile and wiggled against the erection pressing into his lower back.
“Shall I wear the black, then? Or the pink?” Hermione asked, holding up two dresses and alternating them in front of her mostly nude torso. “I know neither of you find me remotely attractive, but please try to imagine that some man might.”
Ron whimpered.
“Hmm,” Harry said, walking to circle Hermione. Ron shifted, trying to conceal his unwitting arousal. “What do you think, Ron? The dress that accentuates Hermione’s breasts, or the short one that shows off her legs?”
Hermione frowned at Harry’s blatantly suggestive commentary. “What are you doing?”
“Ron wants you, Hermione. So bad actually, I think he’s about to burst over there.”
“What?”
“Harry!”
“Oh!” she said, suddenly clutching both dresses in front her.
“No, don’t do that,” Harry said, putting his hand over hers, pushing the dresses away.
“Harry, I would never come between you and Ron,” she said vehemently.
“Of course not!” Ron agreed.
“What if I wanted you to?” Harry looked between the two of them, knowing they’d never quite let go of their infatuations with each other. “And come on Hermione, being between Ron and I wouldn’t be terrible for you, would it?”
She looked between the two and nodded. “No, not a bad place to be at all.”
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For Gwen1170 R/Hr
Prompt: Old Pub song; it's called The Old Dun Cow. Can you do a drinking Ron, in a pub, complaining about women?
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““Booze, booze!” The firemen cried, as they came knockin' on the door!” Ron sang out, the liquor fumes from his breath making Harry’s eyes water.
“Shh! Will you shut it, Ron! She’s sleeping now. If she sees you like this you’ll really be in for it,” Harry snapped, struggling under Ron’s weight to lead him to the tent.
“Wha’ do it madder an’way?” Ron complained in a combination drunken slur and Irish brogue he adopted from the geezers at the pub. “She ‘ates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you! She fancies you. That’s why she acts like that.”
“She’s gon’ drive me mad, ‘arry,” Ron leaned heavily him.
“I know, mate. Here we are now.”
They stumbled their way through the doorway. Both Ron’s mouth and eyes went wide as he stared.
Hermione had fallen asleep on the couch. Her nightdress had ridden up her slender legs revealing yellow knickers over a curvy bum.
“She’s gon’ drive me mad, ‘arry!”
Harry clapped his hand over his friend’s eyes and led him blindly to their room, picking up the tune that Ron had started earlier.
““Booze, booze!” The firemen cried, as they came knockin' on the door!”
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For abigail89
Prompt: Harry/Ron: Harry catches Ron experimenting with Hermione's makeup, including some products that there's no way Hermione purchased. Major props for an appearance from Hermione and hot trio. I completely fudged your prompt, but only 296 words!
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Ron leaned back against the bathroom counter, while Harry leaned back against him, holding Ron’s hands around his waist.
Hermione stood nearby in her bra and knickers looking in the mirror applying lipstick. Harry could care less about her lack of attire but he noted with amusement that Ron was unable to look directly at Hermione.
“I’m sorry,” Ron whispered fiercely into Harry’s ear. “It doesn’t mean anything, Harry, I swear!”
Harry pursed his lips to hide a smile and wiggled against the erection pressing into his lower back.
“Shall I wear the black, then? Or the pink?” Hermione asked, holding up two dresses and alternating them in front of her mostly nude torso. “I know neither of you find me remotely attractive, but please try to imagine that some man might.”
Ron whimpered.
“Hmm,” Harry said, walking to circle Hermione. Ron shifted, trying to conceal his unwitting arousal. “What do you think, Ron? The dress that accentuates Hermione’s breasts, or the short one that shows off her legs?”
Hermione frowned at Harry’s blatantly suggestive commentary. “What are you doing?”
“Ron wants you, Hermione. So bad actually, I think he’s about to burst over there.”
“What?”
“Harry!”
“Oh!” she said, suddenly clutching both dresses in front her.
“No, don’t do that,” Harry said, putting his hand over hers, pushing the dresses away.
“Harry, I would never come between you and Ron,” she said vehemently.
“Of course not!” Ron agreed.
“What if I wanted you to?” Harry looked between the two of them, knowing they’d never quite let go of their infatuations with each other. “And come on Hermione, being between Ron and I wouldn’t be terrible for you, would it?”
She looked between the two and nodded. “No, not a bad place to be at all.”
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For Gwen1170 R/Hr
Prompt: Old Pub song; it's called The Old Dun Cow. Can you do a drinking Ron, in a pub, complaining about women?
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““Booze, booze!” The firemen cried, as they came knockin' on the door!” Ron sang out, the liquor fumes from his breath making Harry’s eyes water.
“Shh! Will you shut it, Ron! She’s sleeping now. If she sees you like this you’ll really be in for it,” Harry snapped, struggling under Ron’s weight to lead him to the tent.
“Wha’ do it madder an’way?” Ron complained in a combination drunken slur and Irish brogue he adopted from the geezers at the pub. “She ‘ates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you! She fancies you. That’s why she acts like that.”
“She’s gon’ drive me mad, ‘arry,” Ron leaned heavily him.
“I know, mate. Here we are now.”
They stumbled their way through the doorway. Both Ron’s mouth and eyes went wide as he stared.
Hermione had fallen asleep on the couch. Her nightdress had ridden up her slender legs revealing yellow knickers over a curvy bum.
“She’s gon’ drive me mad, ‘arry!”
Harry clapped his hand over his friend’s eyes and led him blindly to their room, picking up the tune that Ron had started earlier.
““Booze, booze!” The firemen cried, as they came knockin' on the door!”
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