Week 2
TITLE: Bloody Mistletoe
FOR:CakeOrDeath
SHIPS: Harry/Ron and slight Ron/Katie Bell
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Apologies for the lateness. I've been hopelessly busy and fighting a losing battle with a cold. Sorry
“20 bloody inches on the Wolfsbane potion. Can you even write that much on it? Does he realise it’s Christmas? And don’t you bloody start on how it’s our NEWTs next year.” Harry poked at his Potions textbook viciously and scowled. “Everyone else has at least tried to make things interesting.”
“Listen mate, leave it until Saturday. At least, it will be quieter then and all these titchy little first years won’t be under our feet.” Hermione glanced up and gave Ron a disapproving look.
“Aha. Found it.” Harry and Ron exchanged a confused look. “You know, that charm that Professor Flitwick was talking about this morning. Honestly, haven’t you ever wondered why you can’t move for snogging couples at this time of year?”
Ron shrugged. “I always thought people were just getting into the spirit of things. What is it anyway? I need all the help I can get with Katie.” Hermione pushed the book over and pointed out the passage with her wand. He smirked as he read it. “C’mon Harry, let’s liven up this place up a bit.” Harry leaned over Ron’s shoulder and they grinned at each and at Hermione’s noise of disapproval, Harry sighed exasperatedly. “Please? It’s Christmas and we need your help anyway.” She looked faintly mollified and she tidied up her piles of books and parchment.
“It’ll be easier when everyone’s at dinner,” she said briskly and ignoring the squawks of outrage, “we can go down to the kitchen later.” Once they had the hang of the various charms, they began to enjoy themselves. In the middle of a rendition of “God rest ye Merry Gentlemen”, Harry and Hermione were interrupted with a crash and a flood of language that was definitely not in any of the lyrics they’d ever heard. They turned to see Ron in a heap underneath the portrait hole with a piece of mistletoe in his hair.
Hermione managed to stifle a giggle as she asked “What happened?” as they helped him up. “What does it look like happened? The bloody stool broke.” Harry reached up and removed the offending mistletoe and a funny feeling washed over him. He rose onto his tiptoes and kissed Ron on the lips.
Hermione gasped and the two boys jerked apart. “What the bloody hell happened there?”
FOR:CakeOrDeath
SHIPS: Harry/Ron and slight Ron/Katie Bell
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Apologies for the lateness. I've been hopelessly busy and fighting a losing battle with a cold. Sorry
“20 bloody inches on the Wolfsbane potion. Can you even write that much on it? Does he realise it’s Christmas? And don’t you bloody start on how it’s our NEWTs next year.” Harry poked at his Potions textbook viciously and scowled. “Everyone else has at least tried to make things interesting.”
“Listen mate, leave it until Saturday. At least, it will be quieter then and all these titchy little first years won’t be under our feet.” Hermione glanced up and gave Ron a disapproving look.
“Aha. Found it.” Harry and Ron exchanged a confused look. “You know, that charm that Professor Flitwick was talking about this morning. Honestly, haven’t you ever wondered why you can’t move for snogging couples at this time of year?”
Ron shrugged. “I always thought people were just getting into the spirit of things. What is it anyway? I need all the help I can get with Katie.” Hermione pushed the book over and pointed out the passage with her wand. He smirked as he read it. “C’mon Harry, let’s liven up this place up a bit.” Harry leaned over Ron’s shoulder and they grinned at each and at Hermione’s noise of disapproval, Harry sighed exasperatedly. “Please? It’s Christmas and we need your help anyway.” She looked faintly mollified and she tidied up her piles of books and parchment.
“It’ll be easier when everyone’s at dinner,” she said briskly and ignoring the squawks of outrage, “we can go down to the kitchen later.” Once they had the hang of the various charms, they began to enjoy themselves. In the middle of a rendition of “God rest ye Merry Gentlemen”, Harry and Hermione were interrupted with a crash and a flood of language that was definitely not in any of the lyrics they’d ever heard. They turned to see Ron in a heap underneath the portrait hole with a piece of mistletoe in his hair.
Hermione managed to stifle a giggle as she asked “What happened?” as they helped him up. “What does it look like happened? The bloody stool broke.” Harry reached up and removed the offending mistletoe and a funny feeling washed over him. He rose onto his tiptoes and kissed Ron on the lips.
Hermione gasped and the two boys jerked apart. “What the bloody hell happened there?”