Drabble: Bloody Hell!
Written for Round 02 Challenge 08 of rwhg_ldws
Prompt: Muggle Items
Title: Bloody Hell!
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
A/N: Thanks to my beta, I appreciate the help!
The Grangers were in the kitchen, preparing tea and biscuits, while Ron fidgeted nervously on their sofa. He had agreed to meet them for their usual Friday night dinner, despite Hermione's absence.
In need of a distraction, he grabbed the remote from the coffee table and attempted to turn on the telly, cautiously pressing the red button Hermione had pointed out to him on numerous occasions. He didn't pay attention to what appeared on the screen, as he was busy rehearsing his speech to Hermione's parents. He was interrupted by a loud, lusty moan.
"Bloody hell," he whispered. He tilted his head, shocked to see that on television. Panic gripped him and he scrambled to stop the ribald images and sounds echoing throughout his girlfriend's parents' living room.
"Bloody hell!" he cursed again as he desperately jammed his fingers on the buttons; he was rewarded with an even louder moan. The remote slipped out of his hands and clattered to the floor. Forgetting his wand, he dove onto his hands and knees to retrieve it, banging his head against the underside of the table upon hearing the Grangers enter the room.
"Is everything alright, Ron? We heard..."
Red-faced, he sheepishly peered up from all fours to find them staring in disbelief, their eyes rapidly flipping between himself and the screen. He cringed at the expression on Mr. Granger's face. He must think I'm nothing but a randy tosser out to corrupt his daughter.
"Sorry, I... er... dropped the remote," he said, turning off the television.
Ron decided, in the awkward silence, that his question would have to wait. That was until Mr. Granger pointed to the small box which had slipped out of his pocket. "What's that?"
Bloody. Hell.
"Um... I have something I need to talk to you about..."
Prompt: Muggle Items
Title: Bloody Hell!
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
A/N: Thanks to my beta, I appreciate the help!
The Grangers were in the kitchen, preparing tea and biscuits, while Ron fidgeted nervously on their sofa. He had agreed to meet them for their usual Friday night dinner, despite Hermione's absence.
In need of a distraction, he grabbed the remote from the coffee table and attempted to turn on the telly, cautiously pressing the red button Hermione had pointed out to him on numerous occasions. He didn't pay attention to what appeared on the screen, as he was busy rehearsing his speech to Hermione's parents. He was interrupted by a loud, lusty moan.
"Bloody hell," he whispered. He tilted his head, shocked to see that on television. Panic gripped him and he scrambled to stop the ribald images and sounds echoing throughout his girlfriend's parents' living room.
"Bloody hell!" he cursed again as he desperately jammed his fingers on the buttons; he was rewarded with an even louder moan. The remote slipped out of his hands and clattered to the floor. Forgetting his wand, he dove onto his hands and knees to retrieve it, banging his head against the underside of the table upon hearing the Grangers enter the room.
"Is everything alright, Ron? We heard..."
Red-faced, he sheepishly peered up from all fours to find them staring in disbelief, their eyes rapidly flipping between himself and the screen. He cringed at the expression on Mr. Granger's face. He must think I'm nothing but a randy tosser out to corrupt his daughter.
"Sorry, I... er... dropped the remote," he said, turning off the television.
Ron decided, in the awkward silence, that his question would have to wait. That was until Mr. Granger pointed to the small box which had slipped out of his pocket. "What's that?"
Bloody. Hell.
"Um... I have something I need to talk to you about..."