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.…- ..-. .-. --- --. …- for florahart - R
Title : ….- ..-. .-. --- --. …
For :florahart
Pairing : You pick the pairing
Prompt : include a malfunctioning flashlight, a frustrating exchange of letters in which typographical errors lead to misunderstanding, and four frogs.
Words : 338
Rating : R
*gives flora a very pointed look*
Ron stood at the window in his dorm, counting the flashes from the light down by the Quidditch pitch.
His roommates lounged on their beds, flicking through Quidditch magazines, eating chocolate frogs and scribbling out frantic essays for the next day's classes.
They were such children.
They didn't have an admirer who was taking risks to sneak out into the grounds; who flashed filthy words into the night, begging him to come out and meet them.
He was pretty sure they were filthy words; he definitely caught Ron or Ronny or something, and suck you and cock.
She was pretty forward, but he wasn't going to hold that against her.
He signalled that he was on his way and, turning from the window, he picked up a book and tried to look thoughtful.
"Just gonna take this back to the library," he said, and no one even bothered answering.
He sauntered to the door, ran down the stairs, strolled across the common room and dashed down staircase after staircase until he reached the entrance hall.
Slipping through the door, he ran down the lawns to the shadows of the stands.
"Who's there?" he whispered.
"Who's there?" a voice echoed.
"Me," Ron said. "I came down to meet you, like you said. You wanted to see me."
"More than see you," the voice whispered seductively.
"Suck me," Ron groaned.
"What?" the voice whispered, not so seductively.
"Suck me," Ron repeated.
"I didn't say 'suck', I said 'fuck'," the voice said.
"dot-dot-dot, dot-dot-dash, dash-dot-dash-dot, dash-dot-dash; S-U-C-K; suck," Ron insisted.
"dot-dot-dash-dot, dot-dot-dash, dash-dot-dash-dot, dash-dot-dash; F-U-C-K; fuck," the voice said. "I'm not going down on you, Potter."
"What?" Ron gasped.
"What?" the voice snapped.
"Potter?" Ron said.
There was a ringing silence.
"Not Potter?" the voice asked.
"No," Ron groaned. "Potter is dot-dash-dash-dot, dash-dash-dash…."
"I know that!"
"You signalled 'R-O' - dot-dash-dot, dash-dash-dash…."
"Oh fuck. Weasley?"
"What?"
The voice stepped out of the shadows and lit its wand.
Ron stared at the pale, pointy face with white blond hair.
"Malfoy?" he squeaked.
****
OK, seeing as 'flashlight' isn't an English word, I decided it was some sort of Morse code communication type thingy, because ARGH, your prompts are deranged.
And now you've made me do H/D and R/D!!!
The title .…- ..-. .-. --- --. … is 4 frogs
The number of frogs are implied by the number of room mates…
Title : ….- ..-. .-. --- --. …
For :
florahartPairing : You pick the pairing
Prompt : include a malfunctioning flashlight, a frustrating exchange of letters in which typographical errors lead to misunderstanding, and four frogs.
Words : 338
Rating : R
*gives flora a very pointed look*
Ron stood at the window in his dorm, counting the flashes from the light down by the Quidditch pitch.
His roommates lounged on their beds, flicking through Quidditch magazines, eating chocolate frogs and scribbling out frantic essays for the next day's classes.
They were such children.
They didn't have an admirer who was taking risks to sneak out into the grounds; who flashed filthy words into the night, begging him to come out and meet them.
He was pretty sure they were filthy words; he definitely caught Ron or Ronny or something, and suck you and cock.
She was pretty forward, but he wasn't going to hold that against her.
He signalled that he was on his way and, turning from the window, he picked up a book and tried to look thoughtful.
"Just gonna take this back to the library," he said, and no one even bothered answering.
He sauntered to the door, ran down the stairs, strolled across the common room and dashed down staircase after staircase until he reached the entrance hall.
Slipping through the door, he ran down the lawns to the shadows of the stands.
"Who's there?" he whispered.
"Who's there?" a voice echoed.
"Me," Ron said. "I came down to meet you, like you said. You wanted to see me."
"More than see you," the voice whispered seductively.
"Suck me," Ron groaned.
"What?" the voice whispered, not so seductively.
"Suck me," Ron repeated.
"I didn't say 'suck', I said 'fuck'," the voice said.
"dot-dot-dot, dot-dot-dash, dash-dot-dash-dot, dash-dot-dash; S-U-C-K; suck," Ron insisted.
"dot-dot-dash-dot, dot-dot-dash, dash-dot-dash-dot, dash-dot-dash; F-U-C-K; fuck," the voice said. "I'm not going down on you, Potter."
"What?" Ron gasped.
"What?" the voice snapped.
"Potter?" Ron said.
There was a ringing silence.
"Not Potter?" the voice asked.
"No," Ron groaned. "Potter is dot-dash-dash-dot, dash-dash-dash…."
"I know that!"
"You signalled 'R-O' - dot-dash-dot, dash-dash-dash…."
"Oh fuck. Weasley?"
"What?"
The voice stepped out of the shadows and lit its wand.
Ron stared at the pale, pointy face with white blond hair.
"Malfoy?" he squeaked.
****
OK, seeing as 'flashlight' isn't an English word, I decided it was some sort of Morse code communication type thingy, because ARGH, your prompts are deranged.
And now you've made me do H/D and R/D!!!
The title .…- ..-. .-. --- --. … is 4 frogs
The number of frogs are implied by the number of room mates…