A/N: Just a cute [[or at least I thought so little scene. It's based on a scene that actually happened with my friends when we were at another of my friends's house. She gave us jawbreakers, and none of us could break them, even after an hour. And me, being the slash fangirl I am, had to write a story about unbreakable jawbreakers. So...Yes! Read, and enjoy! And review. I like reviews.
Warning: Slash. Harry/Ron dating action. If you don't like it, begone. Homophobic flames will be responded to with utmost sarcasm. :
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot, and the experience that inspired this.
"Ow! Bloody hell!" a voice yelled from the kitchen.
Harry, who'd been reading in the sitting room, laid down his copy of The Daily Prophet, and sauntered into the kitchen, where the shout had originated from. Ron was sitting on the edge of the sink, with a look of determination etched on his face. Something in his mouth was making a large protrusion in his cheek.
"Ron, what are you doing?" the black-haired, smaller man asked, staring curiously at his lover.
The redhead glanced back at Harry, and smiled. "Trying to break a jawbreaker," he said, the large candy not at all impeding his speech. "It's really hard. And painful."
Harry chuckled. "Here, let me." He stepped forward, and placing a hand on Ron's shoulders, brought their lips together. After a few moments, their mouths opened, and Ron rolled the jawbreaker into Harry's mouth with his tongue. Harry pulled away, and attempted to bite down on the candy, but almost chipped a tooth in the process. After several more tries, all resulting in failure, Harry said, "I can't break it either."
Ron laughed, and Harry spat the jawbreaker into the trash. "See, they're like cement!" he said, and the green-eyed boy nodded in agreement. Ron extracted another of the candies from a jar that sat beside him and said, popping it into his own mouth, "Well, let's see if you do any better on this one, mate."
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