100 100s challenge: using the 100 word prompts, write 100 drabbles of 100 words each. No more, no less. Pairing: Draco/Ron
Disclaimer: The park is mine, and that's about it. An imaginary garden with real toads in it. And that brilliant bit of wording isn't mine, either.
Warning: Mild slash of the Draco/Ron persuasion. Allusions to femmeslash because I've been wanting to write some but can't get a whole story out of it. I seem doomed to write boykissing for the rest of my authorly days. Ah well! All good fun.Mentions of sex.
Right-o, my dear friends and readers, I am in a bit of a buggery situation. My beloved laptop is refusing to acknowledge both the internet and my memory stick so I am in a bit of a pickle, update-wise, as I am sure you have noticed. Still, I do my best, and I have here in my little memory stick some new drabbles for you! Here is the twenty-sixth! Enjoy!
Prompt: swallow
Hermione sat in the grass, Ginny's head in her lap, and absentmindedly brushed her fingers through Ginny's hair as she watched the three men in front of her.
She watched Draco grow bored with the Muggle park and surreptitiously obtain a spider to put on Ron's dozing form.
She watched Ron's subsequent fit and the two nineteen-year-olds brawl like a pair of unruly children.
She watched Harry, savior of the wizarding world, the boy who had faced down Voldemort eight times, squicking and trying to pretend that his best friend wasn't giving his former enemy head behind a nearby tree.
I am not sure what it is with me and the thought of sex in public places. It's not as if I've indulged myself. Perhaps that's why. Oh well. Who cares?
