To Tell the Truth (NC-17)
Title: To Tell the Truth
Prompt: Veritaserum
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Summary: Ron
Notes: Written for the ABC Drabbles and Drawbles Challenge on
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"Ron!" Hermione shouted as she raced in to the lounge to find Ron choking.
George offered Ron his glass with an unsteady hand, "Here, drink this." Angelina watched from the doorway of the kitchen in George's flat, as she muttered under her breath, "Oh no."
Hermione ran her hand gently over Ron's back, the colour returning slowly to both their faces, "What happened?"
"Sorry, I was tossing nuts into the air and catching 'em in my mouth like you're always telling me not to." Ron cocked his head thoughtfully for a moment then said, "Actually, no, I'm not sorry. It was fun."
"How are ya, mate?" George asked as he patted Ron's back.
"Randy. Really randy," Ron replied bluntly.
Hermione gasped, "Ron!", appalled at his response, while George laughed heartily and Angelina groaned as she sunk into the chair opposite the sofa the other three were sitting on.
"What? It's true," he said to Hermione. "You know how much I love it when you wear that top, your tits peeking out teasing me." Hermione pulled the neck of her shirt up higher and glared daggers at him. Ron seemed oblivious to her anger and foolishly continued. "I've had a stiffy since you put it on. I can't stop thinking about ripping that shirt off and sucking those perfect tits of yours. You have the prettiest nipples, did you know that?"
"I would appreciate it if you would kindly refrain from discussing my breasts in front of company," Hermione growled through gritted teeth. George just laughed harder and Angelina hid her face in her hands, trying to block out the horror of the scene unfolding in front of her.
"Oh, okay," Ron said cheerfully. "I'll talk about your arse instead. Mmmm, remember last night when I had you bent over on your knees in front of me? Damn, the way your arse-"
"Stop!" Hermione screamed clamping her hand over his mouth. "What did you give him?" she demanded of George.
George threw his hands up in surrender, "Nothing, I swear!"
Angelina reluctantly spoke up, "Um ... it was me."
"Good one!" George declared proudly.
"It wasn't supposed to be Ron that drank it!" she insisted, trying to explain. "I'm so sorry, Hermione. I slipped some veritaserum in George's glass earlier, he gave it to Ron when he was choking."
"Why'd you do that?" Hermione asked quietly.
Angelina's eyes filled with tears, "I just needed to know where I stand, I never get a straight answer." She looked at George pleadingly, "I need to know how you feel about me."
Ron pulled Hermione's hand off his mouth and answered, "That's easy! He's desperately in love with you. Says he'd marry you tomorrow, if he had the bollocks."
"Is that true?" Angelina asked hopefully.
George grabbed his glass and quickly drained the remainder of his veritaserum-laced drink. Waiting a moment, he replied, "Yes."
The touching moment was interrupted when Ron suddenly asked, "Hey Hermione, can I fuck your tits when we get home?"
Prompt: Veritaserum
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Summary: Ron
Notes: Written for the ABC Drabbles and Drawbles Challenge on
hp_canon_fest
"Ron!" Hermione shouted as she raced in to the lounge to find Ron choking.
George offered Ron his glass with an unsteady hand, "Here, drink this." Angelina watched from the doorway of the kitchen in George's flat, as she muttered under her breath, "Oh no."
Hermione ran her hand gently over Ron's back, the colour returning slowly to both their faces, "What happened?"
"Sorry, I was tossing nuts into the air and catching 'em in my mouth like you're always telling me not to." Ron cocked his head thoughtfully for a moment then said, "Actually, no, I'm not sorry. It was fun."
"How are ya, mate?" George asked as he patted Ron's back.
"Randy. Really randy," Ron replied bluntly.
Hermione gasped, "Ron!", appalled at his response, while George laughed heartily and Angelina groaned as she sunk into the chair opposite the sofa the other three were sitting on.
"What? It's true," he said to Hermione. "You know how much I love it when you wear that top, your tits peeking out teasing me." Hermione pulled the neck of her shirt up higher and glared daggers at him. Ron seemed oblivious to her anger and foolishly continued. "I've had a stiffy since you put it on. I can't stop thinking about ripping that shirt off and sucking those perfect tits of yours. You have the prettiest nipples, did you know that?"
"I would appreciate it if you would kindly refrain from discussing my breasts in front of company," Hermione growled through gritted teeth. George just laughed harder and Angelina hid her face in her hands, trying to block out the horror of the scene unfolding in front of her.
"Oh, okay," Ron said cheerfully. "I'll talk about your arse instead. Mmmm, remember last night when I had you bent over on your knees in front of me? Damn, the way your arse-"
"Stop!" Hermione screamed clamping her hand over his mouth. "What did you give him?" she demanded of George.
George threw his hands up in surrender, "Nothing, I swear!"
Angelina reluctantly spoke up, "Um ... it was me."
"Good one!" George declared proudly.
"It wasn't supposed to be Ron that drank it!" she insisted, trying to explain. "I'm so sorry, Hermione. I slipped some veritaserum in George's glass earlier, he gave it to Ron when he was choking."
"Why'd you do that?" Hermione asked quietly.
Angelina's eyes filled with tears, "I just needed to know where I stand, I never get a straight answer." She looked at George pleadingly, "I need to know how you feel about me."
Ron pulled Hermione's hand off his mouth and answered, "That's easy! He's desperately in love with you. Says he'd marry you tomorrow, if he had the bollocks."
"Is that true?" Angelina asked hopefully.
George grabbed his glass and quickly drained the remainder of his veritaserum-laced drink. Waiting a moment, he replied, "Yes."
The touching moment was interrupted when Ron suddenly asked, "Hey Hermione, can I fuck your tits when we get home?"