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Adult ++
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21
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Why Molly Weasley Swears ... at Arthur
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Time in: 10:58 p.m.
Time out: 11:24 p.m.
Word count: 471 – Vicious plot bunny attacks middle aged witch in the middle of the night. Details on the early news!
Why Molly Weasley Swears … at Arthur!
Backing away from catching his parents in flagrante delecto, George fled from the kitchen as fast as his gangly legs could carry him. Panting, out of breath, and disturbed, he leaned heavily against the wall outside of Harry and Ron’s shared room. Stooping over to rest his hands on his knees and catch his breath, his keen ears picked up the conversation behind the closed door. Immediately, all of his other senses screamed, Run!
“Oi, dunno Harry, shouldn’t it be bigger?” Ron asked suspiciously.
“Ron!” Harry exclaimed in exasperation. “It is not like we can get another one!”
“Guess not …” Ron sounded dubious. “S’pose it’s big enough after all.”
“Gee thanks, Ron. What else can we use?”
“No, no, you’re right. I just don’t know about this!”
“Well, if you don’t want to do it …”
The conversation faded for a few minutes. Mesmerized and paranoid, George edged closer to the door.
“Enough already! Bloody hell, Harry! Just hurry up and stick it in!” Ron whispered harshly.
George nearly toppled face first to the floor.
Harry began to count, “Ready? One, two … three!”
“Damn, bloody buggering hell!” Ron shouted. “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts!”
“Fuck Ron, quit whinging. It’s already all the way in,” grumbled Harry, panting with the effort.
“Fucking hell! Quit whinging. You try it!” Ron groaned.
"No thanks, mate!" Harry replied cheerfully, chuckling. George screwed his eyes shut and shook his head in denial.
"I didn't think so!" Ron growled.
“Oi, gross, you’re bleeding,” Harry observed, rather clinically, or so George thought as he raced down the hall, ears covered with his hands. He burst through the door to his own room and threw himself on the bed between Hermione and Fred, muttering incoherently, and earning himself double thwacks with pillows.
“We are trying to sleep here, George!” Fred groused.
“Yeah, enjoy that while you can …” George countered.
“Morning …” mumbled Hermione. “Tell us in the morning.”
“That won’t help me!” George cried.
“Just shut it and go to sleep already, brother mine!” Fred commanded.
George buried his head under the pillows and shivered uncontrollably until he fell asleep.
As the trio woke in the morning, they snuck out of the room without getting caught together and slunk downstairs to breakfast.
Just as they entered the kitchen, all hell itself broke loose at the table:
“Ronald Bilius Weasley! What have you done?” Molly screeched in outrage.
“Oi, isn’t it brilliant, Mum? Harry pierced my ear just like Bill’s!” Ron shook his head to make the dangling fang earring swing.
“Kids! Whose idea was it to have these kids, Arthur?” Molly raged at her husband who continued to serenely peruse the Daily Prophet.
“Not mine,” he mumbled in answer between bites of toast.
“I have one word for you, Arthur Weasley,” Molly glared at him, pulling the paper down to meet his eyes.
“What’s that, Mollywobbles?” he asked innocently.
“Vasectomy,” she hissed.
“MUM!” All the Weasley children at the table yelled in unison, in protest.
Note: Okay y'all, be honest. If you thought Harry and Ron finally did the nasty, click the little rate button!
Time in: 10:58 p.m.
Time out: 11:24 p.m.
Word count: 471 – Vicious plot bunny attacks middle aged witch in the middle of the night. Details on the early news!
Why Molly Weasley Swears … at Arthur!
Backing away from catching his parents in flagrante delecto, George fled from the kitchen as fast as his gangly legs could carry him. Panting, out of breath, and disturbed, he leaned heavily against the wall outside of Harry and Ron’s shared room. Stooping over to rest his hands on his knees and catch his breath, his keen ears picked up the conversation behind the closed door. Immediately, all of his other senses screamed, Run!
“Oi, dunno Harry, shouldn’t it be bigger?” Ron asked suspiciously.
“Ron!” Harry exclaimed in exasperation. “It is not like we can get another one!”
“Guess not …” Ron sounded dubious. “S’pose it’s big enough after all.”
“Gee thanks, Ron. What else can we use?”
“No, no, you’re right. I just don’t know about this!”
“Well, if you don’t want to do it …”
The conversation faded for a few minutes. Mesmerized and paranoid, George edged closer to the door.
“Enough already! Bloody hell, Harry! Just hurry up and stick it in!” Ron whispered harshly.
George nearly toppled face first to the floor.
Harry began to count, “Ready? One, two … three!”
“Damn, bloody buggering hell!” Ron shouted. “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts!”
“Fuck Ron, quit whinging. It’s already all the way in,” grumbled Harry, panting with the effort.
“Fucking hell! Quit whinging. You try it!” Ron groaned.
"No thanks, mate!" Harry replied cheerfully, chuckling. George screwed his eyes shut and shook his head in denial.
"I didn't think so!" Ron growled.
“Oi, gross, you’re bleeding,” Harry observed, rather clinically, or so George thought as he raced down the hall, ears covered with his hands. He burst through the door to his own room and threw himself on the bed between Hermione and Fred, muttering incoherently, and earning himself double thwacks with pillows.
“We are trying to sleep here, George!” Fred groused.
“Yeah, enjoy that while you can …” George countered.
“Morning …” mumbled Hermione. “Tell us in the morning.”
“That won’t help me!” George cried.
“Just shut it and go to sleep already, brother mine!” Fred commanded.
George buried his head under the pillows and shivered uncontrollably until he fell asleep.
As the trio woke in the morning, they snuck out of the room without getting caught together and slunk downstairs to breakfast.
Just as they entered the kitchen, all hell itself broke loose at the table:
“Ronald Bilius Weasley! What have you done?” Molly screeched in outrage.
“Oi, isn’t it brilliant, Mum? Harry pierced my ear just like Bill’s!” Ron shook his head to make the dangling fang earring swing.
“Kids! Whose idea was it to have these kids, Arthur?” Molly raged at her husband who continued to serenely peruse the Daily Prophet.
“Not mine,” he mumbled in answer between bites of toast.
“I have one word for you, Arthur Weasley,” Molly glared at him, pulling the paper down to meet his eyes.
“What’s that, Mollywobbles?” he asked innocently.
“Vasectomy,” she hissed.
“MUM!” All the Weasley children at the table yelled in unison, in protest.
Note: Okay y'all, be honest. If you thought Harry and Ron finally did the nasty, click the little rate button!