FORMALITY (PG-13) BY IAMSHADOW
Title: Formality
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 200 + title
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Stuffy formal occasion.
Summary: Written as comment porn for redsnake05
The Ministry function was long, boring and snobby. His dress robes were stiff and felt so restrictive he was ready to claw them off. Instead, he kept tugging at his collar, trying to lessen the feeling of suffocation.
“Stop fussing with it,” Harry admonished, softly slapping Ron’s hand down. “You’re creasing them.”
“I hate this,” he muttered sullenly.
“I don’t like it either,” Harry conceded, “but it’s Kingsley’s official swearing-in, and it means a lot to him that we’re here.”
An aristocratic-looking wizard watched Harry fussing over Ron, turned to his companion and made a snide comment, of which Ron only caught the tone of voice and the word ‘deviants’.
“Well, you can fuck right off for a start!” Ron snarled, fists balling menacingly.
The wizard immediately stepped back in alarm.
“I think I’m taking you home after all,” Harry murmured to himself, more than anything. He slipped his hand into Ron’s, tugging him insistently towards the Floo in the foyer.
When they stepped out into the kitchen, Ron braced himself for a dressing-down that never came. Instead, Harry’s hands fumbled roughly with his robes.
“Let’s get you out of these,” Harry purred. Ron was only too eager to assist.
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 200 + title
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Stuffy formal occasion.
Summary: Written as comment porn for redsnake05
The Ministry function was long, boring and snobby. His dress robes were stiff and felt so restrictive he was ready to claw them off. Instead, he kept tugging at his collar, trying to lessen the feeling of suffocation.
“Stop fussing with it,” Harry admonished, softly slapping Ron’s hand down. “You’re creasing them.”
“I hate this,” he muttered sullenly.
“I don’t like it either,” Harry conceded, “but it’s Kingsley’s official swearing-in, and it means a lot to him that we’re here.”
An aristocratic-looking wizard watched Harry fussing over Ron, turned to his companion and made a snide comment, of which Ron only caught the tone of voice and the word ‘deviants’.
“Well, you can fuck right off for a start!” Ron snarled, fists balling menacingly.
The wizard immediately stepped back in alarm.
“I think I’m taking you home after all,” Harry murmured to himself, more than anything. He slipped his hand into Ron’s, tugging him insistently towards the Floo in the foyer.
When they stepped out into the kitchen, Ron braced himself for a dressing-down that never came. Instead, Harry’s hands fumbled roughly with his robes.
“Let’s get you out of these,” Harry purred. Ron was only too eager to assist.