I have nothing against homosexual people. It's just these two PARTICULAR people that freak me out.
Disc: I am SO sure JKRowling would NEVER do this. I can't believe I did.
A/N: Omygod I actually wrote a slash. I am SO scared of slash. God save my soul before I fall even more into the black pit of death that SaturnOolaa has led me into….Rated pg13 for scariness
WARNING: THIS IS NOT MY MIND, THIS IS A DARE SaturnOolaa BESTOWED UPON ME DURING A FRENCH CLASS ALMOST A YEAR AGO….
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The sparkling silver dew that dusted the morning surrounded him as Ron stepped gently out onto the grass. The chill of the fresh forest air overwhelmed him and he clutched his cloak protectively around his body. His eyes cast themselves across the lake, searching in perplexity and apprehension. Finally, he saw a dark, solitary figure standing on the other shore, waving.
Why had he been asked to come here? What was wanted of him? -He thought he knew the answer.
His mind elsewhere, he trekked along the bank in the grey morning light, bunching up his robes in one hand and holding his cloak around him with the other.
As soon as he saw the familiar face, he ran towards his love and was soon wrapped in an embrace as tight a foreign professional Quidditch Seeker's embrace. …Oh wait-that's what it was, right?
As Vicky ate his face, Ron thought about how lucky he was. This wasn't just some dare that an evil fanfiction author called SaturnOolaa had dared someone else; it was real. This was an emotion that would last forever, or at least until Ron discovered that he really wasn't gay, in which case he would be sick all night in the toilet and then go find Hermione.
As they snogged endlessly, Vicky was thinking the same thing, except that he wasn't thinking anything but hoe beautiful Ron looked tonight. But the blank-minded stuff was usually reserved for Ron. How could he ever have thought that he felt something about Hermione? She was a girl. Oh well, he was young; he had just been experimenting.
Ron parted with an exceptionally loud "puck" like a handheld toilet plumber being sucked from the bottom of the loo.
"No," he started, "not here…not now."
Vicky, confused, ran a hand along Ron's face.
"I-I don't think this is going to work." Ron pointed out gently.
Watching his true love's face transform into a mask of horror and worry, he hastily said,
"It-it's just…"
But Vicky had already begun to sob. Hands over his face, hiding his running mascara, he fled from the spot where the two had met so many times. Ron knew it was hopeless to try and catch him. That was that. It was all over.
He heard the crunching of footsteps over the frosty ground. Icy breath swirled in front of Hermione as she stopped, staring after the fleeing manwoman, and asked,
"Was that Viktor?"
Ron looked strangely at her and then smiled like a malevolent priss.
Heh. Heh. Heh. Time to explore…