The Bug Has Bitten me-maybe that's Why I Itch
I was in that state between wakefullness and sleeping and I got a fic idea, which is not unusual-I'm always at my most creative when I'm not fully awake lol...I couldn't get it out of my head and decided to put fingers to keypad lol...It could be any general couple, but I decided to make it Millicent and Ron because, well, they need more fics and what is a Gryffindor withiout a Slytherin? I will warn now, though, it is is seriously rough as the only thing that wnet through it was Microsoft Word and sleep is still clinging to me lol...enjoy! Oh, and I got the idea from that article miamadwyn had posted about the gigalo who claimed you could feel a condom break and it got me thinking if the same could be said with magical means lol why yes, these are my thoughts upon waking up!
The tingling feeling started as he gave one final push before joining her in orgasmic bliss. Caught up in the feeling of his orgasm, nerves firing wildly, he could hardly distinguish the simple tingle from everything else he was feeling. It was only as he tried to catch his breath and felt himself sliding out of her did the tingling register at the base of his neck. His eyes widened quickly as he realized what it meant and he tried to find the words to tell his partner. It was only as he realized she was trying to roll from under him did he manage to form the words to tell her.
“The spell faltered,” he blurted quickly, and then cringed as he realized what he’d said.
She stopped trying to slide from under him and simply started at him for a moment. Her only response was to shove his prone form to the side, allowing her to finally escape the bed.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, watching as she calmly put her dressing gown on. “The spell faltered, that means you’re pregnant.”
“I heard what you said Ron, and it’s complete and utter bollocks,” she said, slowly placing her slippers on her feet. “You know that as well as I do that spell is 99.9% effective. And even if it did falter, how would you know?”
Ron huffed as he sat up properly again the pillows; shuffling around a bit before he faced his wife. “I asked Dad when he first taught it to me how come he and Mum have so many kids when it’s supposed to be so bloody perfect a spell,” he said nervously, obviously worried about her calm reaction to the news. “He said that it sometimes falters if it’s used too often and you can tell because you feel a tingle on your neck.”
She looked skeptically at her husband before asking, “And you think you feel a tingle? Are you sure that’s even a reliable source?”
It was his turn to look at her doubtfully. “I’m pretty sure after getting Mum pregnant 6 times Dad knows what he’s talking about Millicent. The spell faltered and we’re going to have a baby.”
Millicent simply rolled her eyes and tied her dressing gown before walking towards their bathroom.
“You know Harry told me about this thing Muggles do to not have a baby,” he called towards her back. “They take a fizzy soda and-“
Millicent spun around in the bathroom doorway and glared at her husband, causing him to pause in his statement. “I’m not putting anything Muggle anywhere near me, let alone a fizzy drink,” she told him with upmost distain. She turned around and closed the door forcibly, the loud slamming causing Ron to wince and not continue his idea. The door cracked open again as she yelled out “And if you think Harry knows anything about contraceptives you might want to ask Pansy about how Patrick was conceived.” He wince again as she slammed the door and heard a click as she looked the door against him before running water could be heard.
“It was just an idea,” he muttered, pounding one of the pillows before sighing in defeat. “I don’t know how Dad could go through this with Mum 6 times, let alone once.”
The tingling feeling started as he gave one final push before joining her in orgasmic bliss. Caught up in the feeling of his orgasm, nerves firing wildly, he could hardly distinguish the simple tingle from everything else he was feeling. It was only as he tried to catch his breath and felt himself sliding out of her did the tingling register at the base of his neck. His eyes widened quickly as he realized what it meant and he tried to find the words to tell his partner. It was only as he realized she was trying to roll from under him did he manage to form the words to tell her.
“The spell faltered,” he blurted quickly, and then cringed as he realized what he’d said.
She stopped trying to slide from under him and simply started at him for a moment. Her only response was to shove his prone form to the side, allowing her to finally escape the bed.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, watching as she calmly put her dressing gown on. “The spell faltered, that means you’re pregnant.”
“I heard what you said Ron, and it’s complete and utter bollocks,” she said, slowly placing her slippers on her feet. “You know that as well as I do that spell is 99.9% effective. And even if it did falter, how would you know?”
Ron huffed as he sat up properly again the pillows; shuffling around a bit before he faced his wife. “I asked Dad when he first taught it to me how come he and Mum have so many kids when it’s supposed to be so bloody perfect a spell,” he said nervously, obviously worried about her calm reaction to the news. “He said that it sometimes falters if it’s used too often and you can tell because you feel a tingle on your neck.”
She looked skeptically at her husband before asking, “And you think you feel a tingle? Are you sure that’s even a reliable source?”
It was his turn to look at her doubtfully. “I’m pretty sure after getting Mum pregnant 6 times Dad knows what he’s talking about Millicent. The spell faltered and we’re going to have a baby.”
Millicent simply rolled her eyes and tied her dressing gown before walking towards their bathroom.
“You know Harry told me about this thing Muggles do to not have a baby,” he called towards her back. “They take a fizzy soda and-“
Millicent spun around in the bathroom doorway and glared at her husband, causing him to pause in his statement. “I’m not putting anything Muggle anywhere near me, let alone a fizzy drink,” she told him with upmost distain. She turned around and closed the door forcibly, the loud slamming causing Ron to wince and not continue his idea. The door cracked open again as she yelled out “And if you think Harry knows anything about contraceptives you might want to ask Pansy about how Patrick was conceived.” He wince again as she slammed the door and heard a click as she looked the door against him before running water could be heard.
“It was just an idea,” he muttered, pounding one of the pillows before sighing in defeat. “I don’t know how Dad could go through this with Mum 6 times, let alone once.”