Advent Drabble for star54kar!
Title - Deception
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~350
Characters/Pairings - Ron/Harry
Warnings/Kinks - Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - In which Ron whines and Harry resists.
Author's Notes - Advent drabble for star54kar!
"But Harree!"
Harry rolled his eyes, ploughing on through the busy street. Ron could follow him, or get left behind. Harry was close to the edge as it was, and Ron's desperate longing, or his whining, was not going to make Harry's life any easier. When Ron finally caught up to him, though, Harry bit down on his irritation and tried to distract Ron. "Just a present for Hermione and one for Fleur, and we're done."
"Then can we go and look at the new Firebolt?"
"No! Hellfire, Ron, you're a grown man. Don't make me drag you round the shops like a child."
"I don't know why you're being so mardy; you were drooling over it in last month's Quidditch."
"So because I don't want to go and drool in a shop with a bunch of teenagers, I'm mardy?" Harry accompanied his words with a glare, and it seemed to work, making Ron fall silent and trudge along next to him. Harry was almost entirely certain Ron would never buy the broom for himself, but he didn't want to stand around in a shop and test that theory. In a moment of crazed lust, Ron had bought himself a signed Chudley Cannons Quaffle, so Harry knew these things could happen. And Ron could not buy that broom.
By the time they made it home, laden down with bags, Harry's sigh of relief was heavy and heartfelt. They would not be going out again before Christmas morning, and he had successfully stopped Ron buying the new Firebolt. Heading upstairs on the pretext of getting the wrapping paper, Harry opened his old school chest and patted the long wrapped box carefully. Having successfully prevented Ron buying the new broom for the past three weeks, Harry couldn't wait to see Ron's face when he opened his gift in the morning.
"Harry? I might just nip out for a while, there's still half an hour before the shops close."
Harry swore under his breath. Christmas wasn't supposed to be this stressful. "Don't you dare go to the Quidditch shop!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~350
Characters/Pairings - Ron/Harry
Warnings/Kinks - Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - In which Ron whines and Harry resists.
Author's Notes - Advent drabble for star54kar!
"But Harree!"
Harry rolled his eyes, ploughing on through the busy street. Ron could follow him, or get left behind. Harry was close to the edge as it was, and Ron's desperate longing, or his whining, was not going to make Harry's life any easier. When Ron finally caught up to him, though, Harry bit down on his irritation and tried to distract Ron. "Just a present for Hermione and one for Fleur, and we're done."
"Then can we go and look at the new Firebolt?"
"No! Hellfire, Ron, you're a grown man. Don't make me drag you round the shops like a child."
"I don't know why you're being so mardy; you were drooling over it in last month's Quidditch."
"So because I don't want to go and drool in a shop with a bunch of teenagers, I'm mardy?" Harry accompanied his words with a glare, and it seemed to work, making Ron fall silent and trudge along next to him. Harry was almost entirely certain Ron would never buy the broom for himself, but he didn't want to stand around in a shop and test that theory. In a moment of crazed lust, Ron had bought himself a signed Chudley Cannons Quaffle, so Harry knew these things could happen. And Ron could not buy that broom.
By the time they made it home, laden down with bags, Harry's sigh of relief was heavy and heartfelt. They would not be going out again before Christmas morning, and he had successfully stopped Ron buying the new Firebolt. Heading upstairs on the pretext of getting the wrapping paper, Harry opened his old school chest and patted the long wrapped box carefully. Having successfully prevented Ron buying the new broom for the past three weeks, Harry couldn't wait to see Ron's face when he opened his gift in the morning.
"Harry? I might just nip out for a while, there's still half an hour before the shops close."
Harry swore under his breath. Christmas wasn't supposed to be this stressful. "Don't you dare go to the Quidditch shop!"