The Forbidden Ship

Tag: NoSex

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Prompt: Cam boy

When the familiar arguing voices of her roommates reached her ears, she decided that the library might be more suitable for sleeping. Unfortunately, Harry saw her before she could close the front door and immediately said,

"Hermione, why don't you settle this?"

When Ron, her ex—Why had she even agreed to be roommates with them? Oh yeah, money and having gotten kicked out of the flat, midterm, that she shared with Lavender and Parvati for not desiring to have a party every evening.

Bitches.

So when Ron opened his mouth to start involving her, she intervened,

"Nope, not interested in settling whatever hypothetical pissing contest you and—She made a dismissive gesture towards tall, dark and handsome aka evil incarnate—he are having a stupid row about, this time ."

Harry was barely suppressing his laughter. Ever since Ron had found out she and Tom Riddle had been in a pub together, she'd felt like pulling her hair out when they were in the same room together.

It wasn't even a real date!

Riddle had popped up, scaring away some idiot who'd been harassing her, and okay, she'd had a bit too much to drink, so she'd been hanging on his arm, babbling more than usual, and yeah, he was drop dead gorgeous, but surely that arrogant disposition and those stupidly ignorant political views of his were sorely off-putting, not to mention that he clearly was neck-deep into something shady with the company he kept at times, not that Ron or Harry were aware of that, but still, seriously, never ever in a million years. Even though he'd made sure she got home safe and didn't drown in her own vomit after falling asleep, there was something about Riddle that made her skin crawl. She always felt thoroughly uneasy around him, even fearful at times, but she couldn't share that with Harry or Ron. All she had were feelings, intuition, nothing substantial. She needed proof that the charming, handsome, clever and sickeningly popular political science student wasn't who he seemed to be. There was no way in hell that Riddle and she would ever be something more than roommates. That was bad enough as it was. So what if Ron had seen him exit her bedroom the next morning, nothing had happened!

Unfortunately, since then, Ron had started trying to one up Riddle at every turn, which Riddle clearly found amusing to entertain for some inconspicuous reason.

As if she ever would!

"If you want to know so badly," she added, stomping past the tall male idiots, "I suggest you test it out."

Harry could no longer suppress his laughter and added with a clear mischievous undertone, "You can use my camera, Ron."

Camera? She mouthed over her shoulder, confused.

"Who'd make more money as a cam boy," Harry explained.

Of course it was something ridiculous. She glared in the direction of tall, dark and obnoxious. He really didn't have to find Ron's obvious envy so entertaining. Irritated, she snapped,

"Why don't you two lovebirds just get it over with and shoot a vid together?"

Harry's burst of laughter even penetrated the solid door she'd slammed shut behind her.