Mince Pies - 1/1 - All Ages - Harry/Ron
Title: Mince Pies (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry overindulges at Christmas. Harry/Ron.
Word Count: 226.
Ron groaned as he twisted on the sofa, turning to look at Harry, who was sprawled on the rug in front of the fire. The light flickered on the lenses of Harry’s glasses and it was hard to tell whether Harry was awake or not. Ron frowned. Only one way to find out.
He extended his leg, prodding Harry’s belly with a cold foot.
Harry grunted.
Ron prodded him again.
Gurgling, Harry tried to squirm away.
“Are you asleep?” Ron asked.
“Not anymore,” Harry growled. He rolled onto his side, blinking up at Ron.
“Come and cuddle,” Ron told him, extending an arm and wriggling over to make more room on the sofa. Not that there needed to be much room when all he really wanted was Harry pressed as close to his body as humanly possible.
Harry groaned, head falling back. “Can’t move,” he complained. “Ate too many mince pies.” Indeed, crumbs littered the carpet in a way that made them both glad they didn’t live with Hermione.
Ron pulled a face. “Fat pig.”
“You ate more than me,” Harry complained.
“But I’m naturally slim.” Ron prodded Harry’s belly again; Harry slapped his foot away. “You’re just a porker.”
Harry arched his eyebrows. “Are you wanting to have sex any time soon?”
Ron shrugged, rolling onto his back. “There’s just more of you to love.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry overindulges at Christmas. Harry/Ron.
Word Count: 226.
Ron groaned as he twisted on the sofa, turning to look at Harry, who was sprawled on the rug in front of the fire. The light flickered on the lenses of Harry’s glasses and it was hard to tell whether Harry was awake or not. Ron frowned. Only one way to find out.
He extended his leg, prodding Harry’s belly with a cold foot.
Harry grunted.
Ron prodded him again.
Gurgling, Harry tried to squirm away.
“Are you asleep?” Ron asked.
“Not anymore,” Harry growled. He rolled onto his side, blinking up at Ron.
“Come and cuddle,” Ron told him, extending an arm and wriggling over to make more room on the sofa. Not that there needed to be much room when all he really wanted was Harry pressed as close to his body as humanly possible.
Harry groaned, head falling back. “Can’t move,” he complained. “Ate too many mince pies.” Indeed, crumbs littered the carpet in a way that made them both glad they didn’t live with Hermione.
Ron pulled a face. “Fat pig.”
“You ate more than me,” Harry complained.
“But I’m naturally slim.” Ron prodded Harry’s belly again; Harry slapped his foot away. “You’re just a porker.”
Harry arched his eyebrows. “Are you wanting to have sex any time soon?”
Ron shrugged, rolling onto his back. “There’s just more of you to love.”