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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and something that resembles Crossdressing.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
Gratitude to the person taking her time to read this fic.
CHAPTER 3
"Good morning."
Ron looked at the buttered pancakes in front of him. It was coloured pale brown, with butter, cream and syrup. Hermione dropped a cherry on top of Ron's pancakes. Ron smiled at Hermione who returned a shy smile back.
Ron mouthed a proper thank you before Hermione served the whole Weasley clan, with a toddler in tow. Ron shoved the bits of pancakes into his mouth.
Just the way he liked it.
The buttery smell, savouring the hot taste of caramel syrup, the sweet and sour taste of the cherry and of course, the additional touch, The cherry.
Ron dropped his fork and looked at every Weasley sitting and eating their pancakes. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. Everyone stared at him. "Why don't you little kids go to Aunt Roxanne? For the whole week, Your mum and I have important business to attend to. is that okay?"
Hermione smiled slightly.
Bill nodded. "When?"
"Right after breakfast." Ron exclaimed. "Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George." He grinned. "But the two little kids have to be here next to their mother. if that's okay with you folks."
The twins nodded simultaneously.
"It's settled then!"
*****
Harry stared at Draco astonished; James and Lily were hanging through the tense conversation. Ron was biting his inner lips, trying to contain his laughter -any minute now, he'd be howling. Hermione on the other hand nudged her elbow onto Ron's ribs, muttering something under her breath. Seamus was outraged and the others were simply listening. Narcissa dropped her own phone, by the way.
"What?" Seamus repeated. "Wha- I don't understand. Wha-No, Whe-No, Why-"
"When, Where, Why, How, Who?" Draco teased. "Actually, Harry said he didn't want to see your guts anymore," He was saying this carefully, stressing each syllable with a faint French accent. "He thinks you're a pretty bad lay and he says he hates the chocolate-catsup flavoured body paint and he also says that your John Thomas is the size of a weenie-"
"Draco, that's enough!" Narcissa glared. Draco smiled innocently. "Hasn't anyone taught you proper manners or right conduct perhaps? I am utterly ashamed of-"
"You told others that?" Seamus asked Harry. "I can't believe you."
Harry was about to protest when Ron stood in front of him. "You were the one who cheated, bastard."
Seamus raised his chin, dignified. "Fine, I'll leave then."
"I stand stupefied." Draco stood up and gave Ron a high 5. Seamus glared at Draco. "Bye, Bye, Mr. Irish who humps like there's something abnormal with his balls. What? You don't have enough balls to leave?"
Sirius was biting his hand in order not to laugh so hard. Remus was shoving Sirius and Narcissa stared, stony faced. Seamus raised his hand and breathed out and stalked out of the room. A few seconds after, most of the people in the room laughed.
"That takes care of him," Draco grinned. "Hey Harry, you owe me one!"
Ron grinned. "Well Harry, it's a good thing you shared those stories with us. I can't believe it. Seamus, bad lay and haha!"
Harry sat on the couch. "I honestly don't know what to do with you people!" He exclaimed. "First of all, I can handle him myself and second, Draco, that was really mean and third. thank you."
Draco bowed. "Your welcome."
"Not you." Harry rolled his eyes. "Git."
"Twit." Draco said affectionately. "Hey, I know how you can repay me."
*****
A/N: I hope the two chapters are enough for a week. I'll be posting next week. I'm so sorry if it's so short, Life has rotten into the way.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and something that resembles Crossdressing.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
Gratitude to the person taking her time to read this fic.
CHAPTER 3
"Good morning."
Ron looked at the buttered pancakes in front of him. It was coloured pale brown, with butter, cream and syrup. Hermione dropped a cherry on top of Ron's pancakes. Ron smiled at Hermione who returned a shy smile back.
Ron mouthed a proper thank you before Hermione served the whole Weasley clan, with a toddler in tow. Ron shoved the bits of pancakes into his mouth.
Just the way he liked it.
The buttery smell, savouring the hot taste of caramel syrup, the sweet and sour taste of the cherry and of course, the additional touch, The cherry.
Ron dropped his fork and looked at every Weasley sitting and eating their pancakes. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. Everyone stared at him. "Why don't you little kids go to Aunt Roxanne? For the whole week, Your mum and I have important business to attend to. is that okay?"
Hermione smiled slightly.
Bill nodded. "When?"
"Right after breakfast." Ron exclaimed. "Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George." He grinned. "But the two little kids have to be here next to their mother. if that's okay with you folks."
The twins nodded simultaneously.
"It's settled then!"
*****
Harry stared at Draco astonished; James and Lily were hanging through the tense conversation. Ron was biting his inner lips, trying to contain his laughter -any minute now, he'd be howling. Hermione on the other hand nudged her elbow onto Ron's ribs, muttering something under her breath. Seamus was outraged and the others were simply listening. Narcissa dropped her own phone, by the way.
"What?" Seamus repeated. "Wha- I don't understand. Wha-No, Whe-No, Why-"
"When, Where, Why, How, Who?" Draco teased. "Actually, Harry said he didn't want to see your guts anymore," He was saying this carefully, stressing each syllable with a faint French accent. "He thinks you're a pretty bad lay and he says he hates the chocolate-catsup flavoured body paint and he also says that your John Thomas is the size of a weenie-"
"Draco, that's enough!" Narcissa glared. Draco smiled innocently. "Hasn't anyone taught you proper manners or right conduct perhaps? I am utterly ashamed of-"
"You told others that?" Seamus asked Harry. "I can't believe you."
Harry was about to protest when Ron stood in front of him. "You were the one who cheated, bastard."
Seamus raised his chin, dignified. "Fine, I'll leave then."
"I stand stupefied." Draco stood up and gave Ron a high 5. Seamus glared at Draco. "Bye, Bye, Mr. Irish who humps like there's something abnormal with his balls. What? You don't have enough balls to leave?"
Sirius was biting his hand in order not to laugh so hard. Remus was shoving Sirius and Narcissa stared, stony faced. Seamus raised his hand and breathed out and stalked out of the room. A few seconds after, most of the people in the room laughed.
"That takes care of him," Draco grinned. "Hey Harry, you owe me one!"
Ron grinned. "Well Harry, it's a good thing you shared those stories with us. I can't believe it. Seamus, bad lay and haha!"
Harry sat on the couch. "I honestly don't know what to do with you people!" He exclaimed. "First of all, I can handle him myself and second, Draco, that was really mean and third. thank you."
Draco bowed. "Your welcome."
"Not you." Harry rolled his eyes. "Git."
"Twit." Draco said affectionately. "Hey, I know how you can repay me."
*****
A/N: I hope the two chapters are enough for a week. I'll be posting next week. I'm so sorry if it's so short, Life has rotten into the way.