Moaning Out Party
Title: Moaning Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron, others
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #84 - Drive
Summary: Ron bemoans his evening. Follows Eating Out Party.
Ron gaped after his sister's retreating back. He never intended to drive Ginny straight into Parkinson's lethal trap. Ron dithered over what to do now. Had Parkinson been a boy, Ron would have beaten him to a pulp. However, he had been raised to be respectful of women. His mother had seen to that.
Ron slumped back against the wall. As far as he was concerned, this evening had been one disaster after another. First, he surrendered to his curiosity where Dennis Creevey was concerned. Then, Hermione caught him in the act. Next, Hermione took up with Bulstrode. Ron was still convinced his girlfriend was simply getting back at him, rather than truly interested in a girlie one-off. Nevertheless, Hermione was off, presumably getting off with the Slytherin girl. Now, his sister had skived off with Parkinson, and Ron didn't know what to do. He would have liked to ask Harry for advice, but his best mate hadn't even put in an appearance at his own party. Come to think of it, Malfoy had yet to show up, either. Ron groaned as he imagined the reason why. Harry always was drawn to that ferrety git.
Ron didn't think his evening could possibly get worse.
"Oy, Won-Won."
Ron winced at the hated nickname and looked up. Dennis was approaching, arm in arm with none other than Gregory Goyle.
"I found a real bloke to hook up with," sassed Dennis. "I reckon Greg here won't leave me unsatisfied, unlike you, you selfish twat."
Goyle shouldered Ron aside as the two of them went by, and Ron was left staring after them in pure befuddlement. Had all of Gryffindor gone mad? What was up with all of Ron's housemates hooking up with their mortal enemies, the Slytherins?
"I should just go to bed," Ron mumbled aloud. "Maybe when I wake up, I'll realize this was all a horrible nightmare. Bloody hell, I'm reduced to talking to myself."
"Hello, Ron.
"Goodnight, Ron."
Ron glanced up to see the Patil twins sailing past, arms around Daphne Greengrass.
"Bloody hell!"
Flicking Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron, others
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #84 - Drive
Summary: Ron bemoans his evening. Follows Eating Out Party.
Ron gaped after his sister's retreating back. He never intended to drive Ginny straight into Parkinson's lethal trap. Ron dithered over what to do now. Had Parkinson been a boy, Ron would have beaten him to a pulp. However, he had been raised to be respectful of women. His mother had seen to that.
Ron slumped back against the wall. As far as he was concerned, this evening had been one disaster after another. First, he surrendered to his curiosity where Dennis Creevey was concerned. Then, Hermione caught him in the act. Next, Hermione took up with Bulstrode. Ron was still convinced his girlfriend was simply getting back at him, rather than truly interested in a girlie one-off. Nevertheless, Hermione was off, presumably getting off with the Slytherin girl. Now, his sister had skived off with Parkinson, and Ron didn't know what to do. He would have liked to ask Harry for advice, but his best mate hadn't even put in an appearance at his own party. Come to think of it, Malfoy had yet to show up, either. Ron groaned as he imagined the reason why. Harry always was drawn to that ferrety git.
Ron didn't think his evening could possibly get worse.
"Oy, Won-Won."
Ron winced at the hated nickname and looked up. Dennis was approaching, arm in arm with none other than Gregory Goyle.
"I found a real bloke to hook up with," sassed Dennis. "I reckon Greg here won't leave me unsatisfied, unlike you, you selfish twat."
Goyle shouldered Ron aside as the two of them went by, and Ron was left staring after them in pure befuddlement. Had all of Gryffindor gone mad? What was up with all of Ron's housemates hooking up with their mortal enemies, the Slytherins?
"I should just go to bed," Ron mumbled aloud. "Maybe when I wake up, I'll realize this was all a horrible nightmare. Bloody hell, I'm reduced to talking to myself."
"Hello, Ron.
"Goodnight, Ron."
Ron glanced up to see the Patil twins sailing past, arms around Daphne Greengrass.
"Bloody hell!"
Flicking Out Party