FICLET: The Ties that Bind (PG-13)
Alright, time for another cookie from the Potent Serpent thread:
Title: The Ties That Bind
Rating: PG-13 for naughty innuendo
Genre: Romance / humor
Summary: From Potent Serpent question: What's the funniest way you can think of that Hermione and Ron might find out about their relationship?
“Goodnight, Harry,” Ron called as he climbed into bed. Harry mumbled a response as he sought to fight his through the pajama top that was currently stuck on his glasses.
“What the? Hey, Harry, I think the House Elves messed up the laundry again. Look what I found in my sheets.”
Harry turned to see what Ron had found. What he saw caused all the color to drain from his face. Ron was holding up a pair of green y-fronts with silver snakes on them.
“And would you look. There’s a name written on the tag - Zabini. He’s in our year, isn’t he?”
“Umm….ummm…”
Ron looked up and noticed Harry’s pallor. He patted his friend on the shoulder and smiled reassuringly. “It’s alright, Harry. I know, Slytherin pants would be enough to traumatize anyone.” He steered a still speechless Harry to his bed. “Just get a good night’s sleep and forget that they’re even here. Okay?”
Harry nodded and pulled the curtains tight around his bed. He buried his face in the pillow and began to laugh hysterically.
The next morning, Harry rushed late into breakfast. He had spent the better part of an hour searching everywhere for his tie. He’d had no luck, and just knew Snape was going to take off countless points for that.
“There you are mate. I guess you didn’t find it, huh?” Ron asked as soon as he sat down.
Hermione peeked over the top of her book and said, “Snape is going to get you for not wearing it. Try to remember the last place you saw it. That always helps when I’ve lost something.”
Ron looked doubtful. “You, lose something? You mean you don’t have everything you own color-coded, alphabetized and arranged by size, shape and year it was made?”
“Very funny, Ron. “
“Alright, I’ll give it a try. Let’s see, the last place I remember seeing it…” Harry said as he lost himself in thought. I had it Friday. I remember that. Blaise sneaked me into his room. We fooled around a little. I still had it on. He tied me to the… Ron and Hermione watched as Harry’s face went from bewildered, to smiling, to blushing, and finally, to blind panic.
“Whatever are you thinking about, Harry?” Hermione finally asked.
“I, uh…”
“Potter!” the shrill voice of Draco Malfoy interrupted. Malfoy stalked up to the Gryffindor table and threw a Gryffindor tie in front of Harry. Clearly written on the inside of the tie, in block letters, was the word POTTER. “Would you like to tell me what your tie was doing in my bed? I found that last night. Explain.”
“That was your bed?” Harry burst out without thinking. When he realized what he said, he turned a red to match Ron’s hair. “That is…I mean…”
“Wait a minute. Your tie was in Malfoy’s bed. Zabini’s pants were in mine. I see what’s going on here. It’s a plot. They broke in our dorm, stole your clothes and left their dirty pants in our beds.” All heads turned to look at Ron.
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione said as she patted his hand.
“Blaise’s pants were in your bed, Potter?”
“Um, no actually. It was Ron’s bed. I can explain. You see…”
A long, brown arm slid around Harry’s neck, startling him. Blaise Zabini leaned down and rested his chin on the top of Harry’s head. “You see, dear Draco, in the heat of passion, we really don’t pay all that much attention to which bed we use.”
“What?!” Ron and Malfoy yelled simultaneously.
“Oh, God,” Harry mumbled as he tried to slide lower in his seat.
Suddenly, the voice Harry wanted to hear least of all rang out. “What is going on here?” Severus Snape snapped, seeing the odd grouping at the Gryffindor table. Of course, he knew who was to blame. He turned to his favorite victim. “And Mr. Potter. Where is your tie?”
/end cookie.
Title: The Ties That Bind
Rating: PG-13 for naughty innuendo
Genre: Romance / humor
Summary: From Potent Serpent question: What's the funniest way you can think of that Hermione and Ron might find out about their relationship?
“Goodnight, Harry,” Ron called as he climbed into bed. Harry mumbled a response as he sought to fight his through the pajama top that was currently stuck on his glasses.
“What the? Hey, Harry, I think the House Elves messed up the laundry again. Look what I found in my sheets.”
Harry turned to see what Ron had found. What he saw caused all the color to drain from his face. Ron was holding up a pair of green y-fronts with silver snakes on them.
“And would you look. There’s a name written on the tag - Zabini. He’s in our year, isn’t he?”
“Umm….ummm…”
Ron looked up and noticed Harry’s pallor. He patted his friend on the shoulder and smiled reassuringly. “It’s alright, Harry. I know, Slytherin pants would be enough to traumatize anyone.” He steered a still speechless Harry to his bed. “Just get a good night’s sleep and forget that they’re even here. Okay?”
Harry nodded and pulled the curtains tight around his bed. He buried his face in the pillow and began to laugh hysterically.
The next morning, Harry rushed late into breakfast. He had spent the better part of an hour searching everywhere for his tie. He’d had no luck, and just knew Snape was going to take off countless points for that.
“There you are mate. I guess you didn’t find it, huh?” Ron asked as soon as he sat down.
Hermione peeked over the top of her book and said, “Snape is going to get you for not wearing it. Try to remember the last place you saw it. That always helps when I’ve lost something.”
Ron looked doubtful. “You, lose something? You mean you don’t have everything you own color-coded, alphabetized and arranged by size, shape and year it was made?”
“Very funny, Ron. “
“Alright, I’ll give it a try. Let’s see, the last place I remember seeing it…” Harry said as he lost himself in thought. I had it Friday. I remember that. Blaise sneaked me into his room. We fooled around a little. I still had it on. He tied me to the… Ron and Hermione watched as Harry’s face went from bewildered, to smiling, to blushing, and finally, to blind panic.
“Whatever are you thinking about, Harry?” Hermione finally asked.
“I, uh…”
“Potter!” the shrill voice of Draco Malfoy interrupted. Malfoy stalked up to the Gryffindor table and threw a Gryffindor tie in front of Harry. Clearly written on the inside of the tie, in block letters, was the word POTTER. “Would you like to tell me what your tie was doing in my bed? I found that last night. Explain.”
“That was your bed?” Harry burst out without thinking. When he realized what he said, he turned a red to match Ron’s hair. “That is…I mean…”
“Wait a minute. Your tie was in Malfoy’s bed. Zabini’s pants were in mine. I see what’s going on here. It’s a plot. They broke in our dorm, stole your clothes and left their dirty pants in our beds.” All heads turned to look at Ron.
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione said as she patted his hand.
“Blaise’s pants were in your bed, Potter?”
“Um, no actually. It was Ron’s bed. I can explain. You see…”
A long, brown arm slid around Harry’s neck, startling him. Blaise Zabini leaned down and rested his chin on the top of Harry’s head. “You see, dear Draco, in the heat of passion, we really don’t pay all that much attention to which bed we use.”
“What?!” Ron and Malfoy yelled simultaneously.
“Oh, God,” Harry mumbled as he tried to slide lower in his seat.
Suddenly, the voice Harry wanted to hear least of all rang out. “What is going on here?” Severus Snape snapped, seeing the odd grouping at the Gryffindor table. Of course, he knew who was to blame. He turned to his favorite victim. “And Mr. Potter. Where is your tie?”
/end cookie.