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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,560
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Loser: I Duty
AN:/Welcome to another set of drabbles. These are unedited practice works I use to study character development and scenes for various other projects. This is an AU concerning girl!Harry and adoptivefather!Snape and features a few of my favorite fandom cliches done in what I hope, is a refreshing fashion. Eventually, it will be full blown Ron/girl!Harry. Expect updates often.
Duty
I
“Come on dear,” Molly Weasley said, in a tone that bespoke of getting children to do recalcitrant tasks for far too many years, “you’re not taking the girl around the world, just picking her up and dropping her off.”
“Don’t know why sodding Snape can’t have a floo like everyone else,” Ron groused, sourly.
“Professor Snape, Ronald! It’s one Saturday out of the entire summer,” Molly said in a miffed tone, “and you’re going to do it, because Ronald Bilius Weasley, there is no one else!”
She laid out two portkeys in Ron’s hand; one resembled an old knob from a cabinet and the other looked like a grotty metal hairpin that had turned dark from neglect.
Of course, because Snape was a paranoid bastard, he rotated what objects took you to the old house in the country; frequently. Ron swore Snape had a whole box of hideous junk that he gleefully chose from each time, for optimum disgust of the recipient.
Ron also had a working theory that half of it was probably cursed to turn you into a flobberworm when you least expected it but hadn’t been able to prove that one, just yet.
“Why can’t Ginny pick up Harlan,” Ron grumbled, “she’s her friend.”
Molly gave him a look, “The professor is very old fashioned and insists Harlan have an able chaperone at all times. We’re lucky he lets her out of that gloomy old box at all. The poor dear would never see outdoors otherwise.”
“It’s stupid,” Ron groused.
“Stupid or not,” Molly said tetchily, “Ginny has every right to see her friend. Now get going, she’s waiting for you!”
Ron huffed and sighed and then growled a little more about it for good measure. Resignedly, he grabbed the portkeys and made his way out the door before the first one activated and sent him whirling into the countryside.
Duty
I
“Come on dear,” Molly Weasley said, in a tone that bespoke of getting children to do recalcitrant tasks for far too many years, “you’re not taking the girl around the world, just picking her up and dropping her off.”
“Don’t know why sodding Snape can’t have a floo like everyone else,” Ron groused, sourly.
“Professor Snape, Ronald! It’s one Saturday out of the entire summer,” Molly said in a miffed tone, “and you’re going to do it, because Ronald Bilius Weasley, there is no one else!”
She laid out two portkeys in Ron’s hand; one resembled an old knob from a cabinet and the other looked like a grotty metal hairpin that had turned dark from neglect.
Of course, because Snape was a paranoid bastard, he rotated what objects took you to the old house in the country; frequently. Ron swore Snape had a whole box of hideous junk that he gleefully chose from each time, for optimum disgust of the recipient.
Ron also had a working theory that half of it was probably cursed to turn you into a flobberworm when you least expected it but hadn’t been able to prove that one, just yet.
“Why can’t Ginny pick up Harlan,” Ron grumbled, “she’s her friend.”
Molly gave him a look, “The professor is very old fashioned and insists Harlan have an able chaperone at all times. We’re lucky he lets her out of that gloomy old box at all. The poor dear would never see outdoors otherwise.”
“It’s stupid,” Ron groused.
“Stupid or not,” Molly said tetchily, “Ginny has every right to see her friend. Now get going, she’s waiting for you!”
Ron huffed and sighed and then growled a little more about it for good measure. Resignedly, he grabbed the portkeys and made his way out the door before the first one activated and sent him whirling into the countryside.