Fic: Actualfax Curtain Fic (Harry/Ron, FRC)
Title: Actualfax Curtain Fic
Author: allyndra
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: FRC
Length: 600 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the world, but I own this particular transformative work.
Summary: Hey, it's real live curtain fic. :D
Notes: Written for entrenous88 for a drabble prompt. I continue to fail at both drabbles and time management.
“No,” Harry said, even as Ron’s hand reached out to stroke the fabric.
“But-“ Ron gazed at it longingly. “It’s perfect.” The ‘it’ in question was a long, heavy drape of violent orange, with little interlocked Cs and cannonballs whizzing over the weave. One of Ron’s fingers traced the path of a cannonball as it zoomed up and down the curtain, darting along the folds of fabric.
“No,” Harry repeated firmly. “If I wake up in the night to that, I’ll think we’re being attacked by wasps. There must be something better here." He looked around the shop. It held rows of curtain rods, swathed in fabrics of all types.
"There isn't anything better anywhere," Ron muttered rebelliously, but he followed Harry away from the Chudley Cannons curtain and toward some made of rich satin.
"What do you think about this?" Harry asked, fingering a length of vibrant green. It was an emerald so bright it almost glowed, and the satin was mirror-smooth.
"No way," Ron said immediately.
Harry frowned at him. "Don't be a prat just because I didn't like yours."
Ron shook his head, chin jutting mulishly. "It's not that," he said. He held up a hand, thumb extended. "One, if we hang this around our bed, the whole place will look like the Slytherin's common room. You don't want to wake up feeling like wasps are attacking; I don't want to lie in fear of bloody snakes." He flicked out his finger to tick off his second point. "Two." He blushed nearly as red as is hair. "Two, George will never let me live it down. I reckon he'll say I picked the curtains to match your eyes."
Harry blinked at him, his ears going hot. "Why would George ever be in our bedroom?" he asked.
"It's George," Ron said blankly, as if he couldn't comprehend Harry's stupidity. Harry scowled. He was used to that tone from Hermione, but it was a bit much, getting it from Ron. "He's got a what-ya-call-it. An unconquerable instinct to explore. Merlin knows Mum tried to conquer it often enough."
Harry huffed and stepped away from the green curtain. He scanned the shop, looking at the rows and rows of fabric. It oughtn't to be this hard. They just needed a new set of bed curtains. Harry had assumed it would be a quick errand, but this was the second shop they'd tried.
He was staring dumbly at a row of curtains made of wool tartan when Ron said, "I've got it!" He grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him through the shop, twisting his head from side to side as he searched for something. "Here," Ron said triumphantly, coming to a stop in front of a velvet curtain of deep red. The ties had little golden tassels dangling from silken cords.
"Oh," Harry said, more of a long exhale than a word. They were very nearly the same bed curtains that had adorned their dormitory at Hogwarts. A few hundred years newer, but otherwise almost identical.
"Brilliant, yeah?" Ron asked with a smug grin.
"You really are," Harry said admiringly. Then he grinned. "Now all we need worry about is what George will say about your obvious schoolboy kink."
Harry chuckled and called a clerk over to take their order. Ron didn't stop sputtering until they got the curtains home. Then Harry hung them with a wave of his wand and drew them around the bed. Tugging Ron into the newly private bed, Harry proceeded to prove to him that nostalgia for their schooldays needn't be a bad thing.
Author: allyndra
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: FRC
Length: 600 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the world, but I own this particular transformative work.
Summary: Hey, it's real live curtain fic. :D
Notes: Written for entrenous88 for a drabble prompt. I continue to fail at both drabbles and time management.
“No,” Harry said, even as Ron’s hand reached out to stroke the fabric.
“But-“ Ron gazed at it longingly. “It’s perfect.” The ‘it’ in question was a long, heavy drape of violent orange, with little interlocked Cs and cannonballs whizzing over the weave. One of Ron’s fingers traced the path of a cannonball as it zoomed up and down the curtain, darting along the folds of fabric.
“No,” Harry repeated firmly. “If I wake up in the night to that, I’ll think we’re being attacked by wasps. There must be something better here." He looked around the shop. It held rows of curtain rods, swathed in fabrics of all types.
"There isn't anything better anywhere," Ron muttered rebelliously, but he followed Harry away from the Chudley Cannons curtain and toward some made of rich satin.
"What do you think about this?" Harry asked, fingering a length of vibrant green. It was an emerald so bright it almost glowed, and the satin was mirror-smooth.
"No way," Ron said immediately.
Harry frowned at him. "Don't be a prat just because I didn't like yours."
Ron shook his head, chin jutting mulishly. "It's not that," he said. He held up a hand, thumb extended. "One, if we hang this around our bed, the whole place will look like the Slytherin's common room. You don't want to wake up feeling like wasps are attacking; I don't want to lie in fear of bloody snakes." He flicked out his finger to tick off his second point. "Two." He blushed nearly as red as is hair. "Two, George will never let me live it down. I reckon he'll say I picked the curtains to match your eyes."
Harry blinked at him, his ears going hot. "Why would George ever be in our bedroom?" he asked.
"It's George," Ron said blankly, as if he couldn't comprehend Harry's stupidity. Harry scowled. He was used to that tone from Hermione, but it was a bit much, getting it from Ron. "He's got a what-ya-call-it. An unconquerable instinct to explore. Merlin knows Mum tried to conquer it often enough."
Harry huffed and stepped away from the green curtain. He scanned the shop, looking at the rows and rows of fabric. It oughtn't to be this hard. They just needed a new set of bed curtains. Harry had assumed it would be a quick errand, but this was the second shop they'd tried.
He was staring dumbly at a row of curtains made of wool tartan when Ron said, "I've got it!" He grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him through the shop, twisting his head from side to side as he searched for something. "Here," Ron said triumphantly, coming to a stop in front of a velvet curtain of deep red. The ties had little golden tassels dangling from silken cords.
"Oh," Harry said, more of a long exhale than a word. They were very nearly the same bed curtains that had adorned their dormitory at Hogwarts. A few hundred years newer, but otherwise almost identical.
"Brilliant, yeah?" Ron asked with a smug grin.
"You really are," Harry said admiringly. Then he grinned. "Now all we need worry about is what George will say about your obvious schoolboy kink."
Harry chuckled and called a clerk over to take their order. Ron didn't stop sputtering until they got the curtains home. Then Harry hung them with a wave of his wand and drew them around the bed. Tugging Ron into the newly private bed, Harry proceeded to prove to him that nostalgia for their schooldays needn't be a bad thing.