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prompt: toes
Ron, Harry, G, implied slash
There were toes in his face. Bony, hairy, dirty toes that looked like they'd been tromping around in the forest with no shoes on for some time, now.
"Ron?" he grumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. It wasn't even dawn yet--the room was just beginning to lighten a little. Harry guessed it was about half past five.
Ron gave a resounding snore in response. He didn't seem to realize that he'd turned himself all the way around during the course of the night, or that his feet were kind of unpleasant, or that he was ruining Harry's rest.
"Ron!"
No answer.
"Well, fine then," Harry muttered, turning himself around so that they were both upside down. "Good enough," he murmured to himself, going back to sleep.
Ron, Harry, G, implied slash
There were toes in his face. Bony, hairy, dirty toes that looked like they'd been tromping around in the forest with no shoes on for some time, now.
"Ron?" he grumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. It wasn't even dawn yet--the room was just beginning to lighten a little. Harry guessed it was about half past five.
Ron gave a resounding snore in response. He didn't seem to realize that he'd turned himself all the way around during the course of the night, or that his feet were kind of unpleasant, or that he was ruining Harry's rest.
"Ron!"
No answer.
"Well, fine then," Harry muttered, turning himself around so that they were both upside down. "Good enough," he murmured to himself, going back to sleep.