A/N: Right, so I haven't been able to log on for the past couple of days,
not to mention I hadn't written anything. I had a polo tournament and I
took most of my time writing a trippy Sirius ficlet that is shaping up
quite nicely if I do say so myself. (Modest, aren't I?) If you ever get in
the mood, it should be up in the next couple days. It's called 'A Hero's
Welcome' so yeah, there's my shameless plug. Hope you like it. If you've
got any ideas feel free to put them in your review! I try to get an end
then I change my mind and get another idea. I'm having far too much fun
writing this to stop now, so Read, review, enjoy.
"Aww, such lovebirds I never did see." Hermione heard someone say quietly.
Hermione struggled in the depths of sleep to try and find her way out, but she was too comfortable. A warm hand was on her back and wherever her head was nested it smelled good and she could hear a strong, steady pulse, whispering like a lullaby.
"You do realize what good people would do in this situation, right dear brother?"
"Nope not a clue."
She heard a sigh. "I suppose that's why we're not good people."
~~~
Harry felt a gentle nudge and murmuring in his ear, he threw out his arm, trying to get the annoyance away. He was far too comfortable to let it slide away from him. There was a welcome pressure on his chest and warm breath tickled his neck. He smiled as he tightened his grasp on warm flesh.
Another stronger nudge and louder murmur, something like 'Oy.'. Harry moaned and nestled his face into soft, fragrant hair. He knew who it was, in his arms, and didn't want the feeling to end.
~~~
"Well, don't say we didn't try." Fred sighed.
"Poor chap, probably doesn't even know who he's feeling up."
"I'd say he does, that grin doesn't come from anyone that doesn't know whose bra strap they're tangling with."
"He is smitten with Hermione, isn't he?"
"I'd say so."
"Then he won't mind seeing her in a wet tee-shirt."
A look of understanding donned Fred's face and a sly smile crossed it. "Fantastic idea George, it's just the thing."
~~~
Ron woke with a jolt. There had been a scream, he was sure of it. He got up and streaked down the stairs, turning on a dime, wand ready. If he would have known what the real problem was, he would have stayed in bed.
The scene was splayed before him. Hermione was drenched and had her wand out, George was knocked out on the ground, Harry was wet as well, with no wand, but Fred was equally knocked out.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron, I didn't know it was them." Hermione pleaded.
"I knew who it was." Harry said, looking down at Fred.
Ron shook his head, as if clearing it and tried to form a sentence to display his emotions; it wasn't working. "What- wait- I dunno- er-" He just gave up. "What happened here?"
Both Hermione and Harry turned red. Ron tried, with great effort, because it was still quite early in the morning, to put pieces together. His two best friends were in front of him, turning something very close to maroon, looking wet and disheveled. His brothers were on the floor, and he assumed they were the ones to throw water on Harry and Hermione.
Ron gasped. "Harry, I would have never believed it. In my own house, on my couch?" Harry looked at him curiously, but Ron was on a tirade. He began to pace. "I'm never going to be able to sit there again. I can't believe you. You'll be lucky if I don't tell mum. She'll be ashamed of you."
It was Hermione's turn to gasp. Harry was still confused.
"Ron we didn't-"
Ron put up a hand. "Don't tell me."
Harry finally got it. "Ron, we didn't shag!"
Before Ron could say anything George came to. George propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. "Well done Harry. Would have never expected it from you."
~~~
Hermione threw a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and yelled "Witch Weekly, style center."
The scene slowly came into view. Hundreds of people were walking back and forth, most half dressed and even more with stacks of garments in every color. A woman in only a bra and a skirt came up.
"So who are you looking for?" She asked snappishly.
"Er, Lavender Brown, but if she's busy-"
"Nonsense, she's not doing a damn thing. LAVENDER, GET YOUR LAZY ARSE OVER HERE!"
Lavender came traipsing up, like there wasn't a care in the world. "Yes, your highness?" She said with a little bow. The woman sniffed daintily and pointed to the fire. "Hello Hermione, something wrong?"
At this point the manner less woman's eyes grew as though she was being blown up like a balloon. "You're Hermione Granger?" She gasped. "Is Harry good in bed?"
Lavender almost audibly growled. "What business of it is yours? Get back to your shoot and put a shirt on, no one's got any singles nor poles here."
The woman glared and gave a very rude gesture before turning toward the dressing rooms.
"Who was that?" Hermione asked.
"That was Candy McKay, also known as Ms. Potato head, she's got a different face for every person. Also a former stripper who got into Witch Weekly by sleeping her way in. She does the gaudiest shoots you've ever seen. Andre` and I hate her."
"Oh,"
"So what's up?"
Hermione tried to rally her thoughts and acting abilities quickly. When creating the right face she began. "Well, today is Mrs. Weasley's birthday and I can't figure out what to wear with-"
She put up a hand. "Say no more. I'll bring an emergency kit from here and I'll be there in two minutes."
~~~
"Madeline, come on!" Small Colin squeaked.
"No Colin, he told me not to let you out of my sight and I won't." The mousy brown haired girl said.
"Would you jump off a bridge if Ron told you to?" He put his miniture hands on his tiny hips.
"No, of course not!" She yipped.
"Well then this isn't any different, that is unreasonable and so it this."
"I suppose..."
"Yes?" He said pacing on her desk.
"He didn't actually specify..."
"Yes."
"He didn't really say that..."
"Yes?!?"
"I guess I will let you out!" She said resolutely, slamming a fist on her desk. There was a small splat sound. "Oh Colin? Oh Colin I'm so sorry!"
~~~
"A male Gynecologist is like an Auto mechanic who's never owned a car." ~Carrie Snow…
Smile!
"Aww, such lovebirds I never did see." Hermione heard someone say quietly.
Hermione struggled in the depths of sleep to try and find her way out, but she was too comfortable. A warm hand was on her back and wherever her head was nested it smelled good and she could hear a strong, steady pulse, whispering like a lullaby.
"You do realize what good people would do in this situation, right dear brother?"
"Nope not a clue."
She heard a sigh. "I suppose that's why we're not good people."
~~~
Harry felt a gentle nudge and murmuring in his ear, he threw out his arm, trying to get the annoyance away. He was far too comfortable to let it slide away from him. There was a welcome pressure on his chest and warm breath tickled his neck. He smiled as he tightened his grasp on warm flesh.
Another stronger nudge and louder murmur, something like 'Oy.'. Harry moaned and nestled his face into soft, fragrant hair. He knew who it was, in his arms, and didn't want the feeling to end.
~~~
"Well, don't say we didn't try." Fred sighed.
"Poor chap, probably doesn't even know who he's feeling up."
"I'd say he does, that grin doesn't come from anyone that doesn't know whose bra strap they're tangling with."
"He is smitten with Hermione, isn't he?"
"I'd say so."
"Then he won't mind seeing her in a wet tee-shirt."
A look of understanding donned Fred's face and a sly smile crossed it. "Fantastic idea George, it's just the thing."
~~~
Ron woke with a jolt. There had been a scream, he was sure of it. He got up and streaked down the stairs, turning on a dime, wand ready. If he would have known what the real problem was, he would have stayed in bed.
The scene was splayed before him. Hermione was drenched and had her wand out, George was knocked out on the ground, Harry was wet as well, with no wand, but Fred was equally knocked out.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron, I didn't know it was them." Hermione pleaded.
"I knew who it was." Harry said, looking down at Fred.
Ron shook his head, as if clearing it and tried to form a sentence to display his emotions; it wasn't working. "What- wait- I dunno- er-" He just gave up. "What happened here?"
Both Hermione and Harry turned red. Ron tried, with great effort, because it was still quite early in the morning, to put pieces together. His two best friends were in front of him, turning something very close to maroon, looking wet and disheveled. His brothers were on the floor, and he assumed they were the ones to throw water on Harry and Hermione.
Ron gasped. "Harry, I would have never believed it. In my own house, on my couch?" Harry looked at him curiously, but Ron was on a tirade. He began to pace. "I'm never going to be able to sit there again. I can't believe you. You'll be lucky if I don't tell mum. She'll be ashamed of you."
It was Hermione's turn to gasp. Harry was still confused.
"Ron we didn't-"
Ron put up a hand. "Don't tell me."
Harry finally got it. "Ron, we didn't shag!"
Before Ron could say anything George came to. George propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. "Well done Harry. Would have never expected it from you."
~~~
Hermione threw a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and yelled "Witch Weekly, style center."
The scene slowly came into view. Hundreds of people were walking back and forth, most half dressed and even more with stacks of garments in every color. A woman in only a bra and a skirt came up.
"So who are you looking for?" She asked snappishly.
"Er, Lavender Brown, but if she's busy-"
"Nonsense, she's not doing a damn thing. LAVENDER, GET YOUR LAZY ARSE OVER HERE!"
Lavender came traipsing up, like there wasn't a care in the world. "Yes, your highness?" She said with a little bow. The woman sniffed daintily and pointed to the fire. "Hello Hermione, something wrong?"
At this point the manner less woman's eyes grew as though she was being blown up like a balloon. "You're Hermione Granger?" She gasped. "Is Harry good in bed?"
Lavender almost audibly growled. "What business of it is yours? Get back to your shoot and put a shirt on, no one's got any singles nor poles here."
The woman glared and gave a very rude gesture before turning toward the dressing rooms.
"Who was that?" Hermione asked.
"That was Candy McKay, also known as Ms. Potato head, she's got a different face for every person. Also a former stripper who got into Witch Weekly by sleeping her way in. She does the gaudiest shoots you've ever seen. Andre` and I hate her."
"Oh,"
"So what's up?"
Hermione tried to rally her thoughts and acting abilities quickly. When creating the right face she began. "Well, today is Mrs. Weasley's birthday and I can't figure out what to wear with-"
She put up a hand. "Say no more. I'll bring an emergency kit from here and I'll be there in two minutes."
~~~
"Madeline, come on!" Small Colin squeaked.
"No Colin, he told me not to let you out of my sight and I won't." The mousy brown haired girl said.
"Would you jump off a bridge if Ron told you to?" He put his miniture hands on his tiny hips.
"No, of course not!" She yipped.
"Well then this isn't any different, that is unreasonable and so it this."
"I suppose..."
"Yes?" He said pacing on her desk.
"He didn't actually specify..."
"Yes."
"He didn't really say that..."
"Yes?!?"
"I guess I will let you out!" She said resolutely, slamming a fist on her desk. There was a small splat sound. "Oh Colin? Oh Colin I'm so sorry!"
~~~
"A male Gynecologist is like an Auto mechanic who's never owned a car." ~Carrie Snow…
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