Disclaimer : Nothing is mine, sadly.
This was the result of a prompt on Rouxattitude, a LJ community that is dedicated to Ron-centric fictions. The prompt was to write ten drabbles (100-300 words) inspired by designated perfume names – mostly French. I wrote ten vignettes about Ron's rapports with the women in his life. Here are the first five: you will get the other five tomorrow.
I'm trying my hand at something bittersweet. I tried not to use a fluffy tone, but hey, it may have happened. I hope you will find some in there that you'll enjoy. Thanks for reading.
1. The Essentials
L'Instant - Guerlain (The Moment)
Characters: Ron, Molly Weasley
Ron is 2.
206 words
She is standing in front of him. Her hands are firmly on her hips. She is frowning.
In front of her, her youngest son is throwing a tantrum. She watches him with despair: he is only two years old and so stubborn already. His small face is crimson and he wails with an intensity that makes her ears tingle.
He is furious. Around him, shards of glass are littering the floor. The window has exploded. He is frantically waving his broken miniature broom in front of her: he has no words to describe his anger. She cannot bring herself to scold him. She is relieved from what she just saw, relieved to the point tears prickle her eyes.
Ron took his first steps so late, he spoke his first word at fifteen months...
She picks him up so he will not hurt himself on the shards that draw a glittering shockwave around him. She holds him tightly against her; her mouth is grazing his hair, "Shush, now. I'll repair it for you."
The child raises tearful eyes to her. She smiles. He stops crying and his suspicious gaze find hers. She kisses him on the forehead.
"Thank Merlin for this," she whispers, "you're not a Squib."