Author's Note: This is my first entry to The Album Drabble Challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge Forum. The challenge is to choose an album and write a drabble for each track using the track as a prompt. The "word count for each entry depends on the length of the song you are writing about. So, if the first track is 4:28 minutes long, you write a drabble that is 428 words long...you have a 10 word leeway on the word counts." I chose the album, Dark Horse, by Nickelback.
Track Title: Something In Your Mouth
Track Minutes: 338
Word Count: 342
Something In Your Mouth
After a long day working at the Ministry, Ron Weasley, was tired, not because of the workload, but rather the lack of exciting work. One day he would quit the mundane job, but until then he suffered through the tedious tasks of being an Auror four years after the war had ended. Barely any wizard or witch in Britain was either brave or stupid enough to use the dark arts. Ron and his partner, Harry Potter, usually worked on domestic disturbances.
He wanted to drown himself in a Butterbeer. He scrunched his nose up at the thought if today had been a year ago, he would have wanted a Firewhiskey instead. He had been sober for six months. At first, not by choice, but rather necessity. If he wanted to continue his relationship with Hermione, she required him to seek anger management and refrain from alcoholic drinks.
The alcohol was not a problem for her, but his behavior after he consumed the liquid. If Hermione had reported him to the Ministry for that one night many months ago, Harry would have been investigating the accusation. Instead, she made her demands and suggested he find another residence until he met those demands. He had moved out that night into a flat above WWW.
"A-ha!" He said as he pulled on the door handle. He was thankful it had worked, because the door was protected from any unlocking spell. "Fred? George?"
He walked through the store to the employee lounge where he could access the stairwell to his flat. On a table inside the lounge was a plate of what looked like chocolate biscuits. The door to the lounge opened as he began to chew on one of the larger biscuits.
Lee stopped just inside the room with a horrified expression on his face as he stated,
"There's something in your mouth, Ron."
Behind him, both twins simultaneously exclaimed, "You should spit that out, before..."
Ron screamed as if his unborn child had been sorted into Slytherin.
The pain in his mouth was excruciating.