Wrapping up the 2010 fic roundup....
Just a couple more....
LDWS wrapped up with our double challenge, and shocolate yet again trounced me thoroughly, this time with her darn "Quiddich" prompt. Even JKR has said she hates writing Quiddich! Beastly Shoc. Still, no shame in coming in second to her, even if she is pure evil. :)
Title: Play-by-Play
Rating: R for painfully obvious innuendo
Word Count: 500
"Seriously, one game with my Woollongong Shimmy, and she was completely..." Five years out of school and Seamus was still telling his bloody stories like we were back in the dorm. "She pulled a perfect Starfish and Stick maneuver."
"Quiddich again?" Hermione batted Neville's feet from the low table by the sofa. Glad to see someone besides me get in trouble for that one, at any rate. "Do you lot ever talk about anything else?"
"Nothing but, Mrs. Weasley!" Seamus gave her a wink that I could only call wankeriffic, and my gorgeous new wife answered him with an eyeroll that I swear I could hear. "Twas a great game!" He went on, "Scored in all three hoops, the lads know what I mean!"
"Bloody Hell, Seamus," Neville said, as Hermione headed off to her study, "a troll would know what you mean!"
"Relax, Longbottom. You'll get on the pitch one of these days!" Neville opened his mouth to reply and then thought better of it and clammed up. Just as well, nobody was going to out-talk Finnegan tonight.
"Did I tell you I ran in to Parv and Padma the other day? Tried to see if they'd be up for a go, you know, practice their execution of the Dopplebeater Defence and all..."
"We all know you're a Beater, Seamus." Hermione strolled by with a bit of bedtime reading. For her, this means six books, each roughly the size of three normal-people books. Mental, that one.
"She makes an excellent point, Finnegan." Neville laughed into his drink.
"Churrup, you. You just wish you had me skills on the pitch!"
"Eurgh, alright, I'm off to bed, Goodnight!" Hermione dropped me a kiss and headed up the stairs. Fortunately, the blokes took the hint and started towards the door themselves.
"I'm telling you, perfect your Woollongong Shimmy," Seamus waggled his hips like some kind of manticore with indigestion. "And you'll be called up for every match!"
"Good NIGHT, Seamus," I gave him a shove out the door for good measure. "Bloody tosser."
"See you at Harry's next week, Ron?" Neville asked as he buttoned his coat.
"Absolutely, mate, see you then!"
Once they were finally gone, I wasted no time in getting upstairs and into bed. Hermione didn't even look up from her book as she ran her fingers through my hair.
"You are aware," she used that prim little voice of hers...the one that only I know isn't prim at all. "That I know that conversation had nothing to do with Quiddich." I had to laugh. Brilliant, that one.
"Broke Seamus' masterful code, did you? As if anyone could fool you." And then, just to keep her guessing, I dove under the covers as fast as I could.
"Ron! What on Earth are you..."
"Wronski Feint!" I called, and then I was a bit busy for any more conversation. If you know what I mean.
Woollongong Shimmy, my arse.
LDWS wrapped up with our double challenge, and shocolate yet again trounced me thoroughly, this time with her darn "Quiddich" prompt. Even JKR has said she hates writing Quiddich! Beastly Shoc. Still, no shame in coming in second to her, even if she is pure evil. :)
Title: Play-by-Play
Rating: R for painfully obvious innuendo
Word Count: 500
"Seriously, one game with my Woollongong Shimmy, and she was completely..." Five years out of school and Seamus was still telling his bloody stories like we were back in the dorm. "She pulled a perfect Starfish and Stick maneuver."
"Quiddich again?" Hermione batted Neville's feet from the low table by the sofa. Glad to see someone besides me get in trouble for that one, at any rate. "Do you lot ever talk about anything else?"
"Nothing but, Mrs. Weasley!" Seamus gave her a wink that I could only call wankeriffic, and my gorgeous new wife answered him with an eyeroll that I swear I could hear. "Twas a great game!" He went on, "Scored in all three hoops, the lads know what I mean!"
"Bloody Hell, Seamus," Neville said, as Hermione headed off to her study, "a troll would know what you mean!"
"Relax, Longbottom. You'll get on the pitch one of these days!" Neville opened his mouth to reply and then thought better of it and clammed up. Just as well, nobody was going to out-talk Finnegan tonight.
"Did I tell you I ran in to Parv and Padma the other day? Tried to see if they'd be up for a go, you know, practice their execution of the Dopplebeater Defence and all..."
"We all know you're a Beater, Seamus." Hermione strolled by with a bit of bedtime reading. For her, this means six books, each roughly the size of three normal-people books. Mental, that one.
"She makes an excellent point, Finnegan." Neville laughed into his drink.
"Churrup, you. You just wish you had me skills on the pitch!"
"Eurgh, alright, I'm off to bed, Goodnight!" Hermione dropped me a kiss and headed up the stairs. Fortunately, the blokes took the hint and started towards the door themselves.
"I'm telling you, perfect your Woollongong Shimmy," Seamus waggled his hips like some kind of manticore with indigestion. "And you'll be called up for every match!"
"Good NIGHT, Seamus," I gave him a shove out the door for good measure. "Bloody tosser."
"See you at Harry's next week, Ron?" Neville asked as he buttoned his coat.
"Absolutely, mate, see you then!"
Once they were finally gone, I wasted no time in getting upstairs and into bed. Hermione didn't even look up from her book as she ran her fingers through my hair.
"You are aware," she used that prim little voice of hers...the one that only I know isn't prim at all. "That I know that conversation had nothing to do with Quiddich." I had to laugh. Brilliant, that one.
"Broke Seamus' masterful code, did you? As if anyone could fool you." And then, just to keep her guessing, I dove under the covers as fast as I could.
"Ron! What on Earth are you..."
"Wronski Feint!" I called, and then I was a bit busy for any more conversation. If you know what I mean.
Woollongong Shimmy, my arse.