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A/N: Written for the Globetrotter Drabble Competition II, One Million Words Added Competition, A Bit of Motivation Competition, and the If You Dare Continued challenge.
Prompt: Country 22, Paris France, Write a Romance of any kind. A Nine Iron.
Golf Lovers
Harry bit back a low moan as he watched his handsome boyfriend's arse wiggle about in front of him as he practiced swing a golf club called a nine iron.
"I love golf, I love playing golf," Harry muttered to himself as he licked his lips, "Ron, you need to stick your bum out more or else you are going to fall over when you swing."
Ron paused, lifted his head and turned to Harry, "Good one love but I know what you are after."
"What am I after?" Harry asked innocently only get a snort of disbelief from Ron, "What?"
"You just want to see my bum, I do know a little about golf love," Ron replied with a knowing look, "I asked dad about it before we left on our honeymoon, it confused me why you wanted to go to a golf course for our honey money but after talking to dad and then Hermione I know why."
"Do you blame me?" Harry asked with a pout causing Ron to laugh, "It's not my fault you have just a yummy bum."
"Silly," Ron replied as he rolled his eyes and motioned to Harry, "Come here and let me show you what I've learnt, apparently you have to have your body really close, pressing up against the person you are teaching golf to show them right."
A wicked grin appeared on Harry's face before he quickly jogged over to join his new husband.
End of Drabble.