a/n: Just so you know, I have never gotten a tattoo in my life, nor been inside a tattoo parlor. Please forgive me.
Title: Tattoos (Aren't I the most creative title creator, EVER?)
Rating: K+
Word Count: 948 Words
Summary: Ron, Hermione, and Harry get tattoos. Hilarity ensues.
Written for: The Most Horrible Competition Ever
Instructions: Write a fic using three of the prompts. (No more, no less!)
Prompts: Pineapple, someone gets a tattoo, genre: friendship
"Magical tattoos? You have got to be kidding me," the bushy-haired brunette huffed indignantly, her arms crossing over her chest as her lips pressed together tightly.
"Lighten up a bit, Hermione, it's like a coming-of-age ritual. Trust me, all real wizards and witches get one."
"If you even dare to think, that for one moment you can possibly convince me to get one of those horrid things, then you are sorely mistaken Ronald Wealsey."
Ron sighed heavily, deciding it was best not to continue arguing; he never quite won, no matter the situation. Needless to say, somedays he couldn't help but wonder how he and Hermione hadn't managed to kill each other yet. As he looked out into the distance to see if he could spot Harry yet, he grinned to himself as he caught a glance of the Harry-shaped speck in the sky.
"Harry!" Ron called out, as the man on the broom approached, "Good to see you mate, auror training seems to be keeping us far too busy."
Harry beamed, pulling his two friends into a hug, "Well, the two of us have to make a living somehow, not all of us can be working our way through The Ministry's ranks like Hermione, over here," he chuckled.
The young woman rolled her eyes, "I'll have you know I've worked very hard to get where I am."
"Nobody doubts that, 'Mione," Ron grinned as he threw a less than subtle wink in her direction.
"So, what are these magical tattoos you were telling me about earlier and how on Earth did you convince Hermione to get one?" Harry asked, as the trio headed towards the tattoo parlor.
"You told Harry you convinced me to get a tattoo?!"
Ron smiled sheepishly, "I may have exaggerated a little…okay, maybe a lot, but in my defense, I didn't realize it would be so difficult to convince you have fun."
Hermione shook her head, rolling her eyes once again. She had a feeling she would be rolling her eyes quite often throughout the night.
Hearing a surprisingly pleasant bell jingle as they walked through the door, the friends were greeted by a rather intense looking woman playing with her wand, drawing mindless patterns in the air. The woman's eyes were piercing and her strong jaw and high cheekbones did nothing to soften her appearance. Both her arms were covered with vine tattoos which swirled around her arms, in constant motion.
"Welcome to Hex and Charm. My name is Jade. Are you three here for an appointment or are you walk-ins?" the woman asked, emotion evading her voice and Ron couldn't help but notice the way Hermione's spine stiffened as the woman spoke.
"Not scared of her, are you? Do you find that she lacks a certain properness, necessary to run the establishment?" Ron whispered to Hermione in a mocking voice, pretending to ignore the glare she returned in response.
Harry was the first to reply, failing to keep a straight face as he overheard Ron's carrying whisper, "We're walk-ins…do you have any designs we could look at?"
The woman nodded, flourishing her wand, as a pair of books came flying in, "Some of my previous work is in there. I also do custom designs, if you'd like."
Harry and Ron took a seat, flipping through the books as Hermione flickered between constant pacing and attempting not to stare at the woman who had greeted them. Suddenly, Ron popped up from his seat, cheering in triumph.
"I have found the perfect tattoo for all three of us!" Ron exclaimed as he held up the image of a dancing pineapple.
Harry simply burst out laughing, earning both Harry and Ron a raised eyebrow from Jade and Hermione, a nothing short of a sympathetic glance. The sympathetic look surprised Hermione; she had assumed the woman was incapable of emotion.
"I question the sanity of anyone willing to have a dancing pineapple tattooed on their body for the rest of eternity," Hermione remarked sharply, turning on her heel.
"Jokes aside," Harry began, as he calmed down from the previous bout of laughter, "what about this one?" He asked with all seriousness, pointing to the fluttering golden snitch with seemed to practically leap out of the book.
Hermione turned around, studying the image for a moment, "Well, if you insist on getting a tattoo, I think that's the perfect choice for you, Harry."
"I still vote for the dancing pineapple," Ron chimed in, before pointing to an image in his book, "But anyways, before you shut me down completely, Hermione, look at this one. You have to admit, it's perfect for you."
The image was a tiny otter, silhouette swimming around, leaving a shimming trail wherever it went. It bore a striking resemblance to Hermione's patronus and caused nothing short of a light smile to appear on Hermione's face, "It is rather sweet. That's very thoughtful of you, Ron. I suppose this whole magic tattoo thing isn't too terrible, after all. Maybe I could make an exception, just this once."
"Ron!" Harry called out, "Forget the pineapple, you have to get this one!" Harry added as he showed Ron and Hermione the page with a shining king's crown.
"It just needs the words: 'Weasley is our King' and it's perfect," Hermione replied, sarcastically.
Ron grinned, "You're a genius, 'Mione!"
"I wasn't serious, Ronald," she huffed, "The last thing you need is that as a permanent tattoo."
"Too bad, I'm doing it," Ron replied, as they headed back to Jade with their chosen tattoo designs.
A few hours later and a couple galleons poorer, the trio emerged from the parlor, another adventure added to their never-ending list.
