5. MISCOMMUNICATION (PG) BY IAMSHADOW
Title: Miscommunication
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 871
Rating: PG
Warnings: BIG Fight! Oh Noes!
Summary: Ron behaving badly.
A/N: Just one big, dialogue heavy scene this time. Mid October.
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“What the hell is your problem?!”
Ron is sitting on the bed, legs stretched out, looking sullen. His expression might be fitting on the face of a stubborn five-year-old, but on a man of eighteen it looks ridiculously childish. He shrugs defiantly.
I take a slow, deep breath through my teeth and try to resist the urge to hit him. Even still, I’m thinking very hard about the wand tucked in my sleeve. “Let me get this straight,” I begin, in a tight, quiet voice. “You get into a fight with Sophie-”
Ron goes to open his mouth. I hold up one finger firmly. My patience is very thin. He subsides.
“You get into a fight with Sophie. In the store, during trading hours, in front of customers.”
“It was her fault,” he snaps, unable to control himself. “I told her to place that order for Nudibranch eggs weeks ago and she-”
“You shout at her, you humiliate her and then you fire her in front of a crowd of people.”
Ron is turning a dark shade of crimson and is on his feet. “Because of her, the Slug Gums won’t be ready in anywhere near enough time for Hallowe’en. We’ll be lucky if they’re done in time for Christmas!”
“You fire her-”
“That air-headed little bint just cost us hundreds of Galleons! All because she couldn’t owl a letter. I swear George only hired her because she had a huge pair of-”
“Yes, let’s talk about George,” I cut in, with a deadly sort of calm. “Let’s talk about him coming back from his lunch break to find his shop assistant in hysterics and his little brother barging past him out the door.”
Ron has stilled. There’s a tension in the room, an oppressive thickening like atmospheric pressure before a storm.
“He sat there for an hour calming down Sophie enough so that she could Apparate home without splinching herself. Then he closed the shop to come and find me at work!”
Ron blinks. “He what?!”
I lose my temper and begin to shout again. “Yes, he came to me! Which you might have guessed he would, if you had a grain of sense! What else did you expect him to do when you have a tantrum, quit the Wheezes and storm out!”
His eyes are wide with alarm and he’s on his feet. “I didn’t-!”
“What was it you said to him?” My voice is steely. “ ‘To hell with this. You’re welcome to it. I’ve had enough.’ ”
Ron pales to the colour of whey.
“But…but I didn’t mean it like that! I swear! I was just-”
I really want to hit him. “What the hell else was he supposed to think?!”
“I was angry!” he shouted back. “That dozy cow-”
“Oh, leave Sophie out of this,” I snarl. “This has nothing to do with her! You’ve been acting like a right prat for weeks now! Do you think George would have taken you seriously otherwise? We’ve all been walking on eggshells trying not to set you off, and I’ve had enough! Whatever it is that’s going on with you, whatever problem you’re having with Hermione, deal with it.”
Ron’s face has closed, and his arms fold across in front of him, the livid welts glowing against the pale skin. “It’s none of your business.”
My lip curls. “Fine! If this is the way it’s going to be, you can make yourself miserable and leave me out of it!”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m moving my stuff into Percy’s old room. Tonight. As soon as I finish work. Unless you tell me what your fucking problem is!”
I never thought I’d look at Ron with disgust, but I am. He’s matching it with his own look of contempt towards me.
“You really want to know?” he shouts. Ron takes a step towards me, and my wand is out and trained on him without even having to think. He doesn’t even look at it and takes another step, and I have to bend my right arm slightly to prevent his forward motion putting too much pressure on it. The tip ends up under his chin, and he still hasn’t looked down at the weapon once.
I am suddenly incredibly aware of how large and menacing Ron is when he’s angry, the way his temper swells to fill a space and expand him.
I am afraid of him, my brain decides to recognise at that moment.
His eyes are burning intensely into mine. “You really want to know?” he asks again, more quietly.
“Yes.”
Ron’s hands clamp around my upper arms in a tight, painful grip. His body crushes my wand arm against my chest and before I can think to struggle he’s kissing me. His lips are hard and wet and soft against mine and his body is hot and my arms where he’s holding me hurt and there’s a sort of thrumming ache deep in my chest and he’s shoving me away…
I stumble and nearly fall. Ron is panting and his eyes are locked with mine and there’s nothing there but fury and torment and something that might be hatred.
“Now get the fuck out!” he yells.
Author's Afterword
Not that you'll care, after that, but a Nudibranch is a Sea Slug. They are amongst the most vibrantly coloured creatures on the planet.
The Slug Gums (my invention) I imagined as being a gag sweet that has the same effect as Ron's backfiring curse had in his Second Year - it would make the eater vomit slugs.
<- 4. One Month, Three Letters c@r 6. Distance ->
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 871
Rating: PG
Warnings: BIG Fight! Oh Noes!
Summary: Ron behaving badly.
A/N: Just one big, dialogue heavy scene this time. Mid October.
The Teapot 'verse Series
Chapter List HERE
Future Fics HERE
Teapot Cookie Fics HERE
“What the hell is your problem?!”
Ron is sitting on the bed, legs stretched out, looking sullen. His expression might be fitting on the face of a stubborn five-year-old, but on a man of eighteen it looks ridiculously childish. He shrugs defiantly.
I take a slow, deep breath through my teeth and try to resist the urge to hit him. Even still, I’m thinking very hard about the wand tucked in my sleeve. “Let me get this straight,” I begin, in a tight, quiet voice. “You get into a fight with Sophie-”
Ron goes to open his mouth. I hold up one finger firmly. My patience is very thin. He subsides.
“You get into a fight with Sophie. In the store, during trading hours, in front of customers.”
“It was her fault,” he snaps, unable to control himself. “I told her to place that order for Nudibranch eggs weeks ago and she-”
“You shout at her, you humiliate her and then you fire her in front of a crowd of people.”
Ron is turning a dark shade of crimson and is on his feet. “Because of her, the Slug Gums won’t be ready in anywhere near enough time for Hallowe’en. We’ll be lucky if they’re done in time for Christmas!”
“You fire her-”
“That air-headed little bint just cost us hundreds of Galleons! All because she couldn’t owl a letter. I swear George only hired her because she had a huge pair of-”
“Yes, let’s talk about George,” I cut in, with a deadly sort of calm. “Let’s talk about him coming back from his lunch break to find his shop assistant in hysterics and his little brother barging past him out the door.”
Ron has stilled. There’s a tension in the room, an oppressive thickening like atmospheric pressure before a storm.
“He sat there for an hour calming down Sophie enough so that she could Apparate home without splinching herself. Then he closed the shop to come and find me at work!”
Ron blinks. “He what?!”
I lose my temper and begin to shout again. “Yes, he came to me! Which you might have guessed he would, if you had a grain of sense! What else did you expect him to do when you have a tantrum, quit the Wheezes and storm out!”
His eyes are wide with alarm and he’s on his feet. “I didn’t-!”
“What was it you said to him?” My voice is steely. “ ‘To hell with this. You’re welcome to it. I’ve had enough.’ ”
Ron pales to the colour of whey.
“But…but I didn’t mean it like that! I swear! I was just-”
I really want to hit him. “What the hell else was he supposed to think?!”
“I was angry!” he shouted back. “That dozy cow-”
“Oh, leave Sophie out of this,” I snarl. “This has nothing to do with her! You’ve been acting like a right prat for weeks now! Do you think George would have taken you seriously otherwise? We’ve all been walking on eggshells trying not to set you off, and I’ve had enough! Whatever it is that’s going on with you, whatever problem you’re having with Hermione, deal with it.”
Ron’s face has closed, and his arms fold across in front of him, the livid welts glowing against the pale skin. “It’s none of your business.”
My lip curls. “Fine! If this is the way it’s going to be, you can make yourself miserable and leave me out of it!”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m moving my stuff into Percy’s old room. Tonight. As soon as I finish work. Unless you tell me what your fucking problem is!”
I never thought I’d look at Ron with disgust, but I am. He’s matching it with his own look of contempt towards me.
“You really want to know?” he shouts. Ron takes a step towards me, and my wand is out and trained on him without even having to think. He doesn’t even look at it and takes another step, and I have to bend my right arm slightly to prevent his forward motion putting too much pressure on it. The tip ends up under his chin, and he still hasn’t looked down at the weapon once.
I am suddenly incredibly aware of how large and menacing Ron is when he’s angry, the way his temper swells to fill a space and expand him.
I am afraid of him, my brain decides to recognise at that moment.
His eyes are burning intensely into mine. “You really want to know?” he asks again, more quietly.
“Yes.”
Ron’s hands clamp around my upper arms in a tight, painful grip. His body crushes my wand arm against my chest and before I can think to struggle he’s kissing me. His lips are hard and wet and soft against mine and his body is hot and my arms where he’s holding me hurt and there’s a sort of thrumming ache deep in my chest and he’s shoving me away…
I stumble and nearly fall. Ron is panting and his eyes are locked with mine and there’s nothing there but fury and torment and something that might be hatred.
“Now get the fuck out!” he yells.
Author's Afterword
Not that you'll care, after that, but a Nudibranch is a Sea Slug. They are amongst the most vibrantly coloured creatures on the planet.
The Slug Gums (my invention) I imagined as being a gag sweet that has the same effect as Ron's backfiring curse had in his Second Year - it would make the eater vomit slugs.
<- 4. One Month, Three Letters c@r 6. Distance ->