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Breathing - for mrsquizzical - Harry/Ron - R
Title : Breathing
For :mrsquizzical
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : contentious issues!
Words : 668
Rating : R
Harry was brushing his teeth and admiring Ron in the mirror.
Well, in the shower.
Water and bubbles and those beautiful hands were running over his body and Harry was making a mental list of places to lick, later.
Ron’s eyes were closed, as the water flowed over his face and into his mouth, and he was puffing with his cheeks, spitting it out in a steady stream.
Harry watched closely. Ron was definitely concentrating hard, frowning as he let water run into his mouth; breathing through flared nostrils and spitting out water.
What on earth?
Harry was distracted as Ron took a step back and shook the water out of his hair, like a dog.
“Hey!” he said, catching sight of Harry, watching him. “Wanna join me?”
“Always,” Harry smiled, stepping out of his boxers and into the shower.
<’))))><
The next day they met for lunch in the Ministry cafeteria.
Harry was describing something that had happened in Games and Sports that morning, when he realised Ron wasn’t listening.
Ron had a glass of pumpkin juice and a straw and was blowing bubbles.
“What are you, twelve?” Harry asked.
“Huh?” Ron asked, looking up.
“Since when does Auror training include blowing bubbles?”
Ron puffed out his cheeks, blew more bubbles and waggled his eyebrows.
“You never know,” he said. “Suppose I had to hide underwater and breath through a reed?”
Harry snorted.
“And since when are you a cartoon character?” he asked.
<’))))><
Ron had taken to carrying a straw with him, everywhere, and it was driving Harry mad.
After Ron had blown bubbles during the Minister’s speech at the Ministry Christmas party and at the Christening of Fleur’s latest baby, although, thankfully, not in the font, they even had a blazing row about it.
At least Harry had a blazing row.
Ron couldn’t keep a straight face and say the word ‘bubbles’, and the whole thing descended into a marathon sulk on Harry’s part.
Harry tried very hard to forget all about Ron’s bubbles until Seamus mentioned it, at the pub.
“Since when does Ron drink girly drinks?” he asked. “Just how poufy have you turned him?”
“Fuck off, Seamus,” Harry said cheerfully.
But he looked at Ron, and he had a girly drink, with an umbrella, and a straw.
And he was blowing bubbles.
They both watched him for a few minutes.
“What’s so interesting?” Hermione asked, joining them at the bar.
“Ron blowing bubbles,” Harry said.
Hermione snorted.
“Just how smitten are you?” she asked.
“I’m not smitten with his sodding bubbles,” Harry hissed. “We are not even speaking, because of his sodding bubbles.”
“It’s kinda intriguing,” Seamus said. “He doesn’t stop.”
“Doesn’t stop?” Hermione asked, also turning to watch the free entertainment.
Five minutes later, she was hypnotised.
“He doesn’t take a breath,” Seamus complained. “Normal people take a breath in and then blow some bubbles. What the fuck am I talkin’ about? Normal people don’t come out to the pub and blow bubbles, at all. But he just blows and blows…” he trailed off and looked at Harry.
“What?” Harry asked.
“Yer know I don’t approve of your whole bent thing,” he said. “But he just blows and blows…”
Harry snorted.
“So, d’you reckon he’s practising oral sex in public?” he said.
“Of course!” Hermione squeaked.
“What?”
“He is!” she crowed.
“I don’t wanna brag, Hermione,” Harry said. “But that straw just isn’t anything like the real thing!”
“I know exactly what he’s doing,” Hermione said. “He read about it in one of my books.”
“Aw, Hermione,” Seamus leered. “Tell us more about yer extensive library of sex books.”
“It wasn’t a sex book,” she said sternly. “It was about Australia; there was an article about circular breathing and playing the didgeridoo, and, yes, OK, being Ron, he wondered if it could be used during sex.”
“I reckon you should get over the bubble thing, and make up with the poor bloke,” Seamus said. “You’ve gotta find out if this works!”
****
OK, I'm not sure bubbles are really all that contentious, but you were the only Australian I had left who was asking for Harry/Ron…
Rupert has been quoted as follows :-
I can play the didgeridoo, actually. I'm not that good at it, really, although it's basically just blowing. What can you do with a didgeridoo? Not much. It's basically one sound.
Title : Breathing
For :
mrsquizzicalPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : contentious issues!
Words : 668
Rating : R
Harry was brushing his teeth and admiring Ron in the mirror.
Well, in the shower.
Water and bubbles and those beautiful hands were running over his body and Harry was making a mental list of places to lick, later.
Ron’s eyes were closed, as the water flowed over his face and into his mouth, and he was puffing with his cheeks, spitting it out in a steady stream.
Harry watched closely. Ron was definitely concentrating hard, frowning as he let water run into his mouth; breathing through flared nostrils and spitting out water.
What on earth?
Harry was distracted as Ron took a step back and shook the water out of his hair, like a dog.
“Hey!” he said, catching sight of Harry, watching him. “Wanna join me?”
“Always,” Harry smiled, stepping out of his boxers and into the shower.
<’))))><
The next day they met for lunch in the Ministry cafeteria.
Harry was describing something that had happened in Games and Sports that morning, when he realised Ron wasn’t listening.
Ron had a glass of pumpkin juice and a straw and was blowing bubbles.
“What are you, twelve?” Harry asked.
“Huh?” Ron asked, looking up.
“Since when does Auror training include blowing bubbles?”
Ron puffed out his cheeks, blew more bubbles and waggled his eyebrows.
“You never know,” he said. “Suppose I had to hide underwater and breath through a reed?”
Harry snorted.
“And since when are you a cartoon character?” he asked.
<’))))><
Ron had taken to carrying a straw with him, everywhere, and it was driving Harry mad.
After Ron had blown bubbles during the Minister’s speech at the Ministry Christmas party and at the Christening of Fleur’s latest baby, although, thankfully, not in the font, they even had a blazing row about it.
At least Harry had a blazing row.
Ron couldn’t keep a straight face and say the word ‘bubbles’, and the whole thing descended into a marathon sulk on Harry’s part.
Harry tried very hard to forget all about Ron’s bubbles until Seamus mentioned it, at the pub.
“Since when does Ron drink girly drinks?” he asked. “Just how poufy have you turned him?”
“Fuck off, Seamus,” Harry said cheerfully.
But he looked at Ron, and he had a girly drink, with an umbrella, and a straw.
And he was blowing bubbles.
They both watched him for a few minutes.
“What’s so interesting?” Hermione asked, joining them at the bar.
“Ron blowing bubbles,” Harry said.
Hermione snorted.
“Just how smitten are you?” she asked.
“I’m not smitten with his sodding bubbles,” Harry hissed. “We are not even speaking, because of his sodding bubbles.”
“It’s kinda intriguing,” Seamus said. “He doesn’t stop.”
“Doesn’t stop?” Hermione asked, also turning to watch the free entertainment.
Five minutes later, she was hypnotised.
“He doesn’t take a breath,” Seamus complained. “Normal people take a breath in and then blow some bubbles. What the fuck am I talkin’ about? Normal people don’t come out to the pub and blow bubbles, at all. But he just blows and blows…” he trailed off and looked at Harry.
“What?” Harry asked.
“Yer know I don’t approve of your whole bent thing,” he said. “But he just blows and blows…”
Harry snorted.
“So, d’you reckon he’s practising oral sex in public?” he said.
“Of course!” Hermione squeaked.
“What?”
“He is!” she crowed.
“I don’t wanna brag, Hermione,” Harry said. “But that straw just isn’t anything like the real thing!”
“I know exactly what he’s doing,” Hermione said. “He read about it in one of my books.”
“Aw, Hermione,” Seamus leered. “Tell us more about yer extensive library of sex books.”
“It wasn’t a sex book,” she said sternly. “It was about Australia; there was an article about circular breathing and playing the didgeridoo, and, yes, OK, being Ron, he wondered if it could be used during sex.”
“I reckon you should get over the bubble thing, and make up with the poor bloke,” Seamus said. “You’ve gotta find out if this works!”
****
OK, I'm not sure bubbles are really all that contentious, but you were the only Australian I had left who was asking for Harry/Ron…
Rupert has been quoted as follows :-
I can play the didgeridoo, actually. I'm not that good at it, really, although it's basically just blowing. What can you do with a didgeridoo? Not much. It's basically one sound.