Celebrating (R)
Title: Celebrating
Rating: R-ish
Prompt: Wine (thanks redheadsarehot )
Notes: I swore to myself I was going to write at least a drabble a day - sorry you have to suffer the consequences ;)
"This stuff is delicious!" Hermione raised her wine glass with a giggle.
Ron looked across the table nervously, taking in Hermione's odd behavior. His mother raised her eyebrows in question but said nothing.
"I think maybe you've had enough," Ron whispered.
"Nonsense!" She picked up the open bottle and poured herself a generous refill, sloshing the deep red liquid all over Molly's antique table linens.
"Hermione," he hissed a little louder.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud, Ron - we're celebrating!"
"I know-"
"We're getting married!" she shouted. All other conversations at the table came to a sudden stop. "We get to fornicate whenever we want - without your mum giving us dirty looks all the time!"
"For-fornicate," Ron stammered, his face turning almost purple with embarrassment.
"That means fuck, Ron," she happily explained, before draining her glass. "Mmmm … you're so good at that," Hermione sighed dreamily.
"Mum, where did you get that wine?" Ron asked suddenly suspicious.
"I asked your father to get it, but he forgot so I flooed- GEORGE!" Molly screamed.
Ron leapt up from the table and chased after his older brother, who had the good sense to look frightened.
"Ron," Hermione asked loudly, "when you're done beating George, can we go home and fuck?"
Ron stopped in his tracks and looked back at his fiancée. "Thanks for dinner Mum, but we gotta be going!"
Rating: R-ish
Prompt: Wine (thanks redheadsarehot )
Notes: I swore to myself I was going to write at least a drabble a day - sorry you have to suffer the consequences ;)
"This stuff is delicious!" Hermione raised her wine glass with a giggle.
Ron looked across the table nervously, taking in Hermione's odd behavior. His mother raised her eyebrows in question but said nothing.
"I think maybe you've had enough," Ron whispered.
"Nonsense!" She picked up the open bottle and poured herself a generous refill, sloshing the deep red liquid all over Molly's antique table linens.
"Hermione," he hissed a little louder.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud, Ron - we're celebrating!"
"I know-"
"We're getting married!" she shouted. All other conversations at the table came to a sudden stop. "We get to fornicate whenever we want - without your mum giving us dirty looks all the time!"
"For-fornicate," Ron stammered, his face turning almost purple with embarrassment.
"That means fuck, Ron," she happily explained, before draining her glass. "Mmmm … you're so good at that," Hermione sighed dreamily.
"Mum, where did you get that wine?" Ron asked suddenly suspicious.
"I asked your father to get it, but he forgot so I flooed- GEORGE!" Molly screamed.
Ron leapt up from the table and chased after his older brother, who had the good sense to look frightened.
"Ron," Hermione asked loudly, "when you're done beating George, can we go home and fuck?"
Ron stopped in his tracks and looked back at his fiancée. "Thanks for dinner Mum, but we gotta be going!"