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Guided Mistletoe - for brumeux77- Harry/Ron - R
Title : Guided Mistletoe
For :brumeux77
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : The twins have got at the mistletoe.
Words : 444
Rating : R
“So,” I said. “It’s agreed? We tell them we’re together?”
“If it fits into the conversation,” Harry insisted. “You can’t go from ‘so, Ron, what’s new?’ to ‘the noise Harry makes when I fuck him’.”
I sniggered and kissed him and we grabbed our piles of presents and Flooed to the Burrow.
It was perfect chaos and I couldn’t stop smiling.
Mum had already grabbed Harry, relieved him of his burden and wrapped her arms round his neck for a strangling hug, leaving a floury kiss on his cheek.
“’Lo Mum,” I said, as Harry disentangled himself and pushed me forward, for similar treatment.
Ginny looked up from the mince pies she was dusting with icing sugar to give him a small smile. Things had been a bit strained between them, since he came home but not to her, and I was dreading her reaction to our news.
Harry dragged me away from Mum and we went to add our gifts to the pile in the lounge.
The room was dressed in a blizzard of tinsel and paper chains and I winked at the gnome on top of the tree.
Above the fireplace was a dark green sprig of mistletoe, with pearly white berries.
“Beautiful,” I said.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Just like your gorgeous green eyes, when I’ve come across your face,” I murmured.
Harry blushed.
“Shut up,” he whispered. “That is not how we’re gonna tell them.”
I laughed and pecked him on the cheek.
There was a rustling noise from the mistletoe and it floated over to hover above our heads.
“Dear god, no,” Harry moaned.
I ducked away and laughed when I managed to escape; and laughed harder at the look on Harry’s face.
He tried to sidestep it, but it followed him, circling round his head before dipping behind his shoulder. He turned round, trying to catch sight of it, but it stayed behind him.
“Where is it?” he asked pitifully, turning his back on me.
“It’s,” I bit my lip. “It’s… attached to your arse.”
“What?” he wailed. “Why?”
“I have no idea,” I shrugged.
The door opened and Mum came in, a sprig of mistletoe attached to her breast and Fred’s ear being twisted between her fingers.
“What did you do, Fred Weasley?” she demanded.
“Let me go,” he squeaked.
“Not until you tell me why this mistletoe is following me.”
“It… it’s called Guided Mistletoe.”
“And what does it do?”
“Dad must have kissed you under it,” Fred admitted miserably. “It… it attaches itself to where he usually kisses you.”
I turned wide eyes on Harry and he sat down, abruptly, on his sprig of mistletoe.
Title : Guided Mistletoe
For :
brumeux77Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : The twins have got at the mistletoe.
Words : 444
Rating : R
“So,” I said. “It’s agreed? We tell them we’re together?”
“If it fits into the conversation,” Harry insisted. “You can’t go from ‘so, Ron, what’s new?’ to ‘the noise Harry makes when I fuck him’.”
I sniggered and kissed him and we grabbed our piles of presents and Flooed to the Burrow.
It was perfect chaos and I couldn’t stop smiling.
Mum had already grabbed Harry, relieved him of his burden and wrapped her arms round his neck for a strangling hug, leaving a floury kiss on his cheek.
“’Lo Mum,” I said, as Harry disentangled himself and pushed me forward, for similar treatment.
Ginny looked up from the mince pies she was dusting with icing sugar to give him a small smile. Things had been a bit strained between them, since he came home but not to her, and I was dreading her reaction to our news.
Harry dragged me away from Mum and we went to add our gifts to the pile in the lounge.
The room was dressed in a blizzard of tinsel and paper chains and I winked at the gnome on top of the tree.
Above the fireplace was a dark green sprig of mistletoe, with pearly white berries.
“Beautiful,” I said.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Just like your gorgeous green eyes, when I’ve come across your face,” I murmured.
Harry blushed.
“Shut up,” he whispered. “That is not how we’re gonna tell them.”
I laughed and pecked him on the cheek.
There was a rustling noise from the mistletoe and it floated over to hover above our heads.
“Dear god, no,” Harry moaned.
I ducked away and laughed when I managed to escape; and laughed harder at the look on Harry’s face.
He tried to sidestep it, but it followed him, circling round his head before dipping behind his shoulder. He turned round, trying to catch sight of it, but it stayed behind him.
“Where is it?” he asked pitifully, turning his back on me.
“It’s,” I bit my lip. “It’s… attached to your arse.”
“What?” he wailed. “Why?”
“I have no idea,” I shrugged.
The door opened and Mum came in, a sprig of mistletoe attached to her breast and Fred’s ear being twisted between her fingers.
“What did you do, Fred Weasley?” she demanded.
“Let me go,” he squeaked.
“Not until you tell me why this mistletoe is following me.”
“It… it’s called Guided Mistletoe.”
“And what does it do?”
“Dad must have kissed you under it,” Fred admitted miserably. “It… it attaches itself to where he usually kisses you.”
I turned wide eyes on Harry and he sat down, abruptly, on his sprig of mistletoe.