Sticking Together
Title of Drabble: Sticking Together
Rating: PG
Characters: Ron/Hermione
Word count: 500, yay :D
Warnings: er .. slime? ;)
Summary: Ron and Hermione are cleaning the attic - or should be.
Hermione was spending her holidays at the Weasley’s and was greatly enjoying herself there. Mostly. Because one day, something not really enjoyable had happened.
Mrs Weasley had asked Ron to clean the attic. He had complained a lot about this but in the end, Hermione persuaded him that if she helped, it would be done faster. That had been three hours ago. They hadn’t achieved a lot, as half an hour into their cleaning something not quite so gratifying had happened.
Somewhere buried under old books, rubber ducks, broken alarm clocks and a bundle of sweaters, Ron had found small boxes with a slimy blue substance in them. Hermione was sceptic about them - Fred and George had access to the attic. She couldn’t persuade Ron out of touching the slime however.
“See? Nothing’s wrong with it,” he had told her, holding his blue fingers up.
Now, they were glued together. Ron had touched her playfully on her waist and apparently, the blue substance wasn’t as harmless as Ron had initially thought.
“I told you it’s dangerous!” Hermione snapped, outraged.
“I wouldn’t call this dangerous,” Ron countered, grinning. “I think it classifies more as … say, interesting.”
Hermione gave him a look that made his next words stick in his throat. “You know perfectly well what I mean, Ronald Weasley. I don’t plan to stay here the whole night.”
“Wouldn’t that be great?” Ron asked, earning himself another glare. “Spells like this do have their advantages.”
“The only advantage I see is that my hands a glued to your shoulders and that therefore, I can’t hit you.”
“I wonder whether these boxes with the slime belong to Fred and George,” Ron mused.
“That’s so typical of you! If a topic doesn’t suit you, you try to distract me from it! It doesn’t matter who put the slime here! You had better think of a way to separate us. I have no intention of staying here until tomorrow!”
“But if they belong to Fred and George they might know a way to separate us,” Ron said.
“And if! How do you plan to inform them of the fact that we’re stuck up here?”
“Well .. that’s another problem. You know, you could come up with one of your clever ideas for a change.”
“That’s so typical! You get us into a sticky situation and I am the one who has to get us out of it!”
Ron was about to answer when they heard steps coming up the stairs. The door slowly opened and a black-haired boy peered inside. Harry looked slightly flabbergasted to find them in this position - Hermione’s hands on Ron’s shoulders and Ron’s hands on Hermione’s waist. They had been facing each other during their argument.
Harry blushed. “Oh, uhm .. sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt your uhm .. anyway .. uhm .. I’ll go,” he said, shutting the door behind him.
“No, Harry - wait!” Hermione called after him. “It’s not - hmmpf. Great, Ron.”
Ron only grinned.
Rating: PG
Characters: Ron/Hermione
Word count: 500, yay :D
Warnings: er .. slime? ;)
Summary: Ron and Hermione are cleaning the attic - or should be.
Hermione was spending her holidays at the Weasley’s and was greatly enjoying herself there. Mostly. Because one day, something not really enjoyable had happened.
Mrs Weasley had asked Ron to clean the attic. He had complained a lot about this but in the end, Hermione persuaded him that if she helped, it would be done faster. That had been three hours ago. They hadn’t achieved a lot, as half an hour into their cleaning something not quite so gratifying had happened.
Somewhere buried under old books, rubber ducks, broken alarm clocks and a bundle of sweaters, Ron had found small boxes with a slimy blue substance in them. Hermione was sceptic about them - Fred and George had access to the attic. She couldn’t persuade Ron out of touching the slime however.
“See? Nothing’s wrong with it,” he had told her, holding his blue fingers up.
Now, they were glued together. Ron had touched her playfully on her waist and apparently, the blue substance wasn’t as harmless as Ron had initially thought.
“I told you it’s dangerous!” Hermione snapped, outraged.
“I wouldn’t call this dangerous,” Ron countered, grinning. “I think it classifies more as … say, interesting.”
Hermione gave him a look that made his next words stick in his throat. “You know perfectly well what I mean, Ronald Weasley. I don’t plan to stay here the whole night.”
“Wouldn’t that be great?” Ron asked, earning himself another glare. “Spells like this do have their advantages.”
“The only advantage I see is that my hands a glued to your shoulders and that therefore, I can’t hit you.”
“I wonder whether these boxes with the slime belong to Fred and George,” Ron mused.
“That’s so typical of you! If a topic doesn’t suit you, you try to distract me from it! It doesn’t matter who put the slime here! You had better think of a way to separate us. I have no intention of staying here until tomorrow!”
“But if they belong to Fred and George they might know a way to separate us,” Ron said.
“And if! How do you plan to inform them of the fact that we’re stuck up here?”
“Well .. that’s another problem. You know, you could come up with one of your clever ideas for a change.”
“That’s so typical! You get us into a sticky situation and I am the one who has to get us out of it!”
Ron was about to answer when they heard steps coming up the stairs. The door slowly opened and a black-haired boy peered inside. Harry looked slightly flabbergasted to find them in this position - Hermione’s hands on Ron’s shoulders and Ron’s hands on Hermione’s waist. They had been facing each other during their argument.
Harry blushed. “Oh, uhm .. sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt your uhm .. anyway .. uhm .. I’ll go,” he said, shutting the door behind him.
“No, Harry - wait!” Hermione called after him. “It’s not - hmmpf. Great, Ron.”
Ron only grinned.