The Firewhisky In The Punch
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,606
Reviews:
15
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0
Currently Reading:
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What Ron Saw
A/N: This one this time was inspired by an old movie, Abbot and Castello meet Frankenstein. Awesome movie, definitely a must see. It's on TCM every once in a while and I think if you go to their website, you can find out when it's on next.
Quote: Next time you'll believe that I saw what I saw when I saw it.
Story: What Ron Saw
Hermione Granger walked into the Gryffindor common room, laden down with books as usual. She looked around the room to find some help in getting the books over to her favorite corner to study in and smiled when she saw Ron. He always helped her (if he knew what was good for him anyway).
"Hey, Ron!"
Ron didn't twitch, however.
Hermione frowned. This was unusually. He would have at least looked at her. She lugged the books over to the table and when she had them sorted how she wanted them, she sat next to her boyfriend. She waved her hand in front of his face, but still, he didn't move.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" Hermione shouted in her best Mrs. Weasley voice.
That did the trick. Ron jumped up and started sputtering about how he hadn't done anything and really, he didn't know what or why it happened and Hermione, unable to make heads or tales of what was being said, pulled Ron down next to her on the couch.
"Oh, it's just you Hermione," Ron said.
She huffed in annoyance. "What do you mean by that?"
His eyes went wide and he shook his head. "Nothing! Honestly! Its just..." His eyes went blank again before he shook his head. "I went up to the dorm room to drop off my bag after class and...um...well..."
"What, Ron?" she pressed, unsure of what could have spooked Ron so much. "Were Seamus and Dean fucking again?"
Ron shook his head and went pale. "No. Much worse." He glanced over to the stairwell that went up to the boy's dorms. "Well...Harry and..a-and...Malfoy...were..."
Hermione blinked. "Were what? Fighting?" Ron shook his head and then made some kind of motion with his hands. "Studying? Sleeping?" Somehow, at this point, Hermione felt that she really didn't want to know what was going on.
Ron cleared his throat. Very quietly, he said, "F-f-fucking." He then went even paler than before.
Hermione's mind went blank for a second before her mind started calculating the possibility that Harry and Malfoy were fucking. After Harry had defeated Voldemort and they all returned to school, Harry and Malfoy had upped the ante on their fighting and seemed to hate each other even more. There just wasn't anyway that they were fucking.
She smirked. "Are you sure it wasn't Dean and Seamus again?"
Ron sighed and grabbed her hand, leading her up the stairs to the eighth-years dorm (the castle really was accommodating). He slowly opened the door and urged her to peek inside. Hermione sighed to herself (really, as hot as two men fucking was, she didn't want to see it right then) and looked into the room.
When she gasped, the two figures (who were, without doubt, Harry and Malfoy) stopped briefly and Ron quickly shut the door. He took a deep breath and looked at her.
"Well that was...unexpected," Hermione whispered. She really wanted to know how this happened while at the same time...not so much.
"Next time, you'll believe that I saw what I saw when I saw it," Ron told her.
Hermione nodded absently, knowing full well that she would.
Quote: Next time you'll believe that I saw what I saw when I saw it.
Story: What Ron Saw
Hermione Granger walked into the Gryffindor common room, laden down with books as usual. She looked around the room to find some help in getting the books over to her favorite corner to study in and smiled when she saw Ron. He always helped her (if he knew what was good for him anyway).
"Hey, Ron!"
Ron didn't twitch, however.
Hermione frowned. This was unusually. He would have at least looked at her. She lugged the books over to the table and when she had them sorted how she wanted them, she sat next to her boyfriend. She waved her hand in front of his face, but still, he didn't move.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" Hermione shouted in her best Mrs. Weasley voice.
That did the trick. Ron jumped up and started sputtering about how he hadn't done anything and really, he didn't know what or why it happened and Hermione, unable to make heads or tales of what was being said, pulled Ron down next to her on the couch.
"Oh, it's just you Hermione," Ron said.
She huffed in annoyance. "What do you mean by that?"
His eyes went wide and he shook his head. "Nothing! Honestly! Its just..." His eyes went blank again before he shook his head. "I went up to the dorm room to drop off my bag after class and...um...well..."
"What, Ron?" she pressed, unsure of what could have spooked Ron so much. "Were Seamus and Dean fucking again?"
Ron shook his head and went pale. "No. Much worse." He glanced over to the stairwell that went up to the boy's dorms. "Well...Harry and..a-and...Malfoy...were..."
Hermione blinked. "Were what? Fighting?" Ron shook his head and then made some kind of motion with his hands. "Studying? Sleeping?" Somehow, at this point, Hermione felt that she really didn't want to know what was going on.
Ron cleared his throat. Very quietly, he said, "F-f-fucking." He then went even paler than before.
Hermione's mind went blank for a second before her mind started calculating the possibility that Harry and Malfoy were fucking. After Harry had defeated Voldemort and they all returned to school, Harry and Malfoy had upped the ante on their fighting and seemed to hate each other even more. There just wasn't anyway that they were fucking.
She smirked. "Are you sure it wasn't Dean and Seamus again?"
Ron sighed and grabbed her hand, leading her up the stairs to the eighth-years dorm (the castle really was accommodating). He slowly opened the door and urged her to peek inside. Hermione sighed to herself (really, as hot as two men fucking was, she didn't want to see it right then) and looked into the room.
When she gasped, the two figures (who were, without doubt, Harry and Malfoy) stopped briefly and Ron quickly shut the door. He took a deep breath and looked at her.
"Well that was...unexpected," Hermione whispered. She really wanted to know how this happened while at the same time...not so much.
"Next time, you'll believe that I saw what I saw when I saw it," Ron told her.
Hermione nodded absently, knowing full well that she would.