012 [video log] (uh, pretend this happened yesterday morning!)

[phoenix_core]

Master Harry!

Nnnn... [He was obviously still sleeping. Seeming to grope for something that should be next to him in bed- a body perhaps? But whoever he was looking for was gone a while ago. Harry sighs in disappointment.]

Master Harry! Wake up!

[He then freezes at the unfamiliar voice. 'Master Harry'? Since when did anyone call him that? Slowly,

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[Action!]

[rons_a_keeper]

[Ron accepts the extra gift, though he looks at Harry curiously before looking at the scampering direwolf.]

Maybe getting him to talk counts as one of your gifts? Can't really see what'd be so special about that. I don't suspect anyone would have wanted to hear Pig or Crookshanks gabbing away.

[He looks down at his present for a moment before tearing away the wrapping. Blinking down at it, it takes him a moment before he realizes what it is. Pulling away the excess paper, he withdraws an 8x10 frame containing a picture of nine familiar redheads crowded around a sofa, wearing bulky sweaters and waving merrily out at him. When he does speak, his voice is low.]

Wow. This must've been... four, five years ago. Before Percy became such a prat.

[Ron notices that George still has both ears intact and that Ginny was still the tiny girl he remembers and that no one had spent that Christmas with the shadow of Voldemort in their hearts, and he shakes his head, trying to put on a smile as he looks up at Harry and Hermione. Grabbing the package that Hermione left for last, he holds it out to her.]

Well, here you go. Don't keep us all in suspense now.

[Action!] ahaha, watch her squirm and try to hide~

[dragon_and_vine]

[she moves over on the couch to peer at Ron's gift. She lets out a startled exclamation at it, realizing what it is. She wants to grab it, but checks herself-- this is Ron's, and she can tell it has an effect, even though he smiles hastily and looks up at them. She smiles back, takes his hand and squeezes for a second before falling back on the couch.]

That's generous of them, it really is. It's a very nice photo Ron.

[she takes the present Ron hands her, heart pounding for a moment. Would she get a picture of her parents? That would be piercing--she wouldn't be able to stop the tears at that. It had been so long.. and the memory... hastily, she takes the gift and rips off the paper, revealing a plain white box for clothes. Perplexed, she tears the tape away from the corner and lifts the lid, setting it to the side and peeling away the gift paper with slightly shaking hands.]

What the--I didn't--

[She's staring into the box with wide eyes. There's a set-- lacy red bra, lacy red knickers, thigh high stockings, and black garter belt. Immediately she blushes, and hastily tries to pat the tissue paper back on top of it, cheeks flaming as she stutters, vainly trying to keep Harry and Ron from seeing, but she knows that's probably futile.]

Why, the nerve of them! I wouldn't--why would I-- I'd much rather have had a book than this!

[Action!] ohohohohoho let's get this on~

[phoenix_core]

[Jude continues to jump and bark around at the flying broom, so he doesn't notice Hermione's present. Harry in the mean time, gets up on the couch next to Hermione to see what it was.]

Can't be that bad, what is it-

[He stalls as he pulls the lid off the box and sees the red knickers and bra. Many things happen in his mind at once, mainly an image of Hermione dressed up in it (which was a little both exciting and appaulling), and a large grin spreads over his face. He gives her an obligatory wolf whistle.]

Did you used to own a set like that back home then?

[Action!] okay, she gets the bra, Harry gets the knickers, and Ron gets the stockings

[rons_a_keeper]

[Blimey. Blimey, from where Ron's sitting, he could just make out what's in the box and oh Merlin, he'd just been holding that out to her so it was as though he'd given her the lingerie and these bloody gods were making it increasingly difficult not to choke. Bypassing red and heading straight for maroon, Ron flushes as he helplessly thinks of Hermione wearing her new Christmas gift. He can't help but give Harry a reproachful glare at the whistle, though it takes him a moment to respond because his mind's eye is too caught up in the image of Hermione wearing questionable delicates beneath her Hogwarts uniform. He finds that he has to subtly adjust his pajama bottoms, embarrassed beyond all belief.]

That's, uh... that's none of your business, Harry, don't you think? Er, my business either, I suppose. Right.

[Trying to focus on something other than his suddenly increased body heat, he remembers the whistle and allows his embarrassment to be covered up by jealousy indignation, leading him to grab a Chocolate Frog and toss it at Harry, perhaps a little harder than necessary.]

Get your mind out of the gutter and have another Chocolate Frog!

[The words were meant for himself as well as for Harry, which he unconsciously proves by helping himself to another bit of chocolate.]

[Action!] sexy! and of course you use that icon... /dead

[dragon_and_vine]

[It occurs to her a moment too late to grab the top of the box back from Harry's hands, and so she watches helplessly as he lifts the lid to peer inside. Something kicks inside her, and she thinks she should laugh, to try and play it off, but then Harry whistles and it all she can do to keep from hitting him in the face. Her face flames even more scarlet, and she laughs shakily.]

I.. no! I didn't! I can't even--how improper--why would they even think--

[It's hard to not laugh, all of sudden, because this is so ridiculous. It's just Harry and Ron after all, it's not like it's Viktor or... well, it's Harry and Ron. Ron. He's nearly as red as she is, which makes it ten times worse--or better, she can't tell, and she suddenly wants to laugh again when Ron practically snarls and aims a Frog at Harry, and then rips into one himself.]

I just. Well. Honestly. You think they would have known me better than this!

[but her mind is going in a thousand different other directions, none that she likes, most of them spiraling lazily around the idea of what these things would look like on... and how it would make her feel... and how Ron would like them... that makes her choke a little, and she moves to take the top of the box back and put it on, covering the sassy little things.]

Well. We'll just. Anyway.

[she grabs the Frog Ron had given her earlier and savagely tears the wrapping off, hastily sticking it in her mouth to avoid saying anything else. Even though she was still thinking. And was suddenly filled with burning desire to lock herself in her room all along. The flush on Ron's face was still there, and that idea wasn't doing anything good for her at all.]

[Action!] Yes, cuz Harry would look very hot in those knickers

[phoenix_core]

[Actually this whole thing was very entertaining. Ron's expression was priceless, and he desperately wishes at that point in time he had a camera on him.]

If my mind is in the gutter, Ron, your's is obviously far in the sewer by now.

[And he laughs so hard that he falls over and Jude's attention is diverted from the toy broom to Harry. The wolf barks at him and goes over to him to investigate. It'd be a very bad idea, but he's hit with the desire to tell Draco about this little story.]

Try them on, go ahead!

[Action!] It's like the HP version of Rocky Horror. I approve!

[rons_a_keeper]

[Ron nods frantically at Hermione's proclamation that the gift-givers should have known better than to get her sexy underwear. Because, really, it's not like she would wear them, right? Girls only wore that sort of stuff when they wanted someone to see, and there was no one in the flat that Hermione would let see her in that state of undress, right? Unless she decided to try them on, in her room, with no one watching, and....

By this time, he'd stopped chewing and choked once again, a bit of the melted chocolate going up his nose. That, combined with the fact that the very tips of his ears were now burning red thanks to Harry's comments, made for an incredibly uncomfortable Weasley. As much as he wants to go to the bathroom and splash some ice water over his face - and maybe other parts, too - he knows that excusing himself to the bathroom at a time like this would probably make both of them think all sorts of things that just. Weren't. True.]

She won't be trying anything on, except in private, if she fancies it.

[The words come out in a nearly-indistinguishable mutter, as he thinks back to what else she might fancy trying in private. Merlin's pants, you'd think he was a teenaged bo-... oh, right.]

[Action!] omg an hp rocky horror. swooon.

[dragon_and_vine]

[She gives Harry the sternest glare she can muster up, but he's apparently become immune to her glares over the years. It may be dampened by the fact that she's blushing and hot and noticing just how Ron kept trying to play everything off... which was doing horrible things to her, considering what she was holding in her lap. She coughs, trying to break the spell, and firmly shuts the lid on the box.]

Oh, I don't think I will. How about you try them on Harry? I'm willing to share.

[she smiles, only for something to do, and sets the box down on the couch, like it was holding some type of detonating device. When Ron chokes, though, it makes her mind go spinning, though she speaks reproachfully.]

Ron! Stop that!

[it comes out more shrilly than anything, and it forces a guilty smile onto her face as she glances over at Harry, who's still obviously enjoying this. In a helpless sort of way, she slumps back against the couch, still pink.]

You're sure there's nothing else for you or Malfoy, Harry? It doesn't seem fair we'd have two gifts and you'd only have one.

[Action!] any lipstick for Harry? :P

[phoenix_core]

[He takes the jab from Hermione in stride, making to grab for those ridiculous knickers. Not like Hermione wore them yet, so it wasn't perverted or anything. He stretches them out in front of him.]

Sorry Hermione, they're too small. I wouldn't fit at all...

[Grinning, he throws them back in the box. That was the first time he ever handled girly things and to say the least he wasn't too impressed. Which was an odd thought, since most boys imagined taking the bra off of the girl they liked, right? Vaguely, he realized he never had that thought for either Cho or Ginny or even Hermione, and it actually kind of grossed him out a little. This whole... thing with Draco was finally starting to make sense.

But obviously Hermione is trying to change the subject desperately, so he humors her and looks under the tree bush.]

No... can't say I see anything else.

[Action!] Harry's totally Frank N. Furter, isn't he? And the other two are Brad and Janet. Awesome.

[rons_a_keeper]

[If there was anything that could bring Ron out of his lurid daydreams, it was the image Hermione brought up of Harry in the ensemble instead of her. With a sudden cringe, he blinked a few times as though just coming out of a deep stupor, which wasn't far from the truth.

He's glad enough to see that Harry's thrown the underwear back in the box by the time his head is clear. Even if Hermione had never worn them, Ron can't help think of it in terms of Harry handling Hermione's knickers, and that brought an ugly expression on his face that was probably more than obvious to Harry.]

You never know. Maybe you've got something else coming to you over the course of the day.

[The words were less of a threat than they were a warning. "Dear Harry, Don't touch Hermione's knickers. Ever. Sincerely, Ron."]

[Action!] that means Hermione totes get to make out with Rocky! Who we call..Draco! Sexxy. xD

[dragon_and_vine]

[She blushes brightly again when he reaches into the box now and takes them out, touching them, and then folds her arms firmly in front of her chest and gives him what she hopes is one of her best withering looks, this one that hopefully stays on her face instead of falling off. She's doing her best not to even glance at Ron, who seems startled for some reason.]

Well that's just not fair.. Jude! Jude!

[she's only calling over the animal out of a vain attempt to focus on something else even more than she's trying, and when the pup races up to her, she fixes a fake grin on her face.]

Jude! Find Harry's present! Go on!

Master Harry? Present? Where?

[the animal goes tearing around the tree, and Hermione raises her eyebrows in surprise.]

Maybe he found something?

[Action!] If that happens Harry will punch whoever is closest- probably Ron XD

[phoenix_core]

[He watches Ron suspiciously from the corner of his eye before turning towards where Jude was under the tree. With all of the shaking, their make-shift ornaments were crashing to the floor loudly, but it was more amusing if anything. Soon Jude disappeared to the very back of the tree.]

Find anything Jude?

Sticks! Sticks for playing, Master Harry!

...Sticks?

[Action!] fff, you think Ron's going to LET that happen? No one else in this flat is snogging Draco.

[rons_a_keeper]

[More grateful to stop thinking about Hermione's underthings than he would have liked to admit, Ron leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, watching as Jude practically burrows under the tree. He rolls his eyes when the direwolf remarks on what he's found.]

Sticks. Minus the talking and the fangs, he's not much different from any other overgrown dog, is he?

[Action!] You know Ron wants in~

[dragon_and_vine]

[She laughs a little more loudly than she intended to, when they finally change the subject as the dog burrows underneath the tree. She would like to go and store the box away in a safe place, but instead she just shifts a little, and pretends to look underneath the tree for the direwolf.]

Maybe he's tired of the broomstick. Get him a stick from the uh.. tree, maybe?