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Bogs - H/R - PG-13
Title : Bogs
Author :shocfix
For :maple_mahogany
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : (of course a side Seamus a/or Glee is good) The boys get lost in a foreign country, eat bad food, argue, and shag.
Rating : PG-13
Words : 281
Warning : I’m afraid I couldn’t cram all that into 281 words…
Bogs
****
“You’ve just never been abroad before,” Ron said.
“Excuse me?” Harry said, prodding his dinner nervously, in case it prodded back.
“That’s the whole point of travelling,” Ron said. “New experiences, new people, new places, new food.”
He bit into his cheese sandwich.
“OK,” Harry said, “firstly, just because you went to Egypt when you were twelve does not make you the seasoned traveller.”
Ron tutted.
“And, secondly, we couldn’t have chosen a less exotic trip abroad if we’d tried.”
“I’m breaking you in gently,” Ron said, crunching loudly on a pickled onion.
“And my arse is grateful,” Harry said, “but I’d have been perfectly happy with a week in Italy, say, or Spain.”
“Yeah, but here,” Ron said, “not only do most of the natives speak English, but the weather is kind to freckled people, and the food is mostly recognisable, as long as you make it yourself.”
He masticated his sandwich happily.
Harry used a fork to lift the top layer of his supper and peered underneath.
“Sure, the lasagne doesn’t bite,” their host said, coming into the room and plonking a drink in front of each of them. “It’s me mam’s recipe.”
“That’s what you said about the spaghetti, Seamus,” Harry pointed out, “but I spent all last night on the bog.”
“And I had plans for that arse,” Ron murmured into his Guinness.
“Ah, but what’s a trip to Ireland without seeing our traditional, ancient and picturesque bogs?”
Ron laughed and Harry snorted.
“So, the Bog People were killed by your mam’s cooking, were they?” Harry asked.
“That’s not a rope ‘round their necks,” Seamus agreed. “That’s spaghetti.”
“And they are perfectly preserved between sheets of lasagne.”
Title : Bogs
Author :
shocfixFor :
maple_mahoganyPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : (of course a side Seamus a/or Glee is good) The boys get lost in a foreign country, eat bad food, argue, and shag.
Rating : PG-13
Words : 281
Warning : I’m afraid I couldn’t cram all that into 281 words…
Bogs
****
“You’ve just never been abroad before,” Ron said.
“Excuse me?” Harry said, prodding his dinner nervously, in case it prodded back.
“That’s the whole point of travelling,” Ron said. “New experiences, new people, new places, new food.”
He bit into his cheese sandwich.
“OK,” Harry said, “firstly, just because you went to Egypt when you were twelve does not make you the seasoned traveller.”
Ron tutted.
“And, secondly, we couldn’t have chosen a less exotic trip abroad if we’d tried.”
“I’m breaking you in gently,” Ron said, crunching loudly on a pickled onion.
“And my arse is grateful,” Harry said, “but I’d have been perfectly happy with a week in Italy, say, or Spain.”
“Yeah, but here,” Ron said, “not only do most of the natives speak English, but the weather is kind to freckled people, and the food is mostly recognisable, as long as you make it yourself.”
He masticated his sandwich happily.
Harry used a fork to lift the top layer of his supper and peered underneath.
“Sure, the lasagne doesn’t bite,” their host said, coming into the room and plonking a drink in front of each of them. “It’s me mam’s recipe.”
“That’s what you said about the spaghetti, Seamus,” Harry pointed out, “but I spent all last night on the bog.”
“And I had plans for that arse,” Ron murmured into his Guinness.
“Ah, but what’s a trip to Ireland without seeing our traditional, ancient and picturesque bogs?”
Ron laughed and Harry snorted.
“So, the Bog People were killed by your mam’s cooking, were they?” Harry asked.
“That’s not a rope ‘round their necks,” Seamus agreed. “That’s spaghetti.”
“And they are perfectly preserved between sheets of lasagne.”