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Maroon - H/G - PG
Title: Maroon
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Words : 469
Rating: PG
Written for The Colours of the Rainbow Challenge at![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif)
hpgw_otp.
My colour is maroon.
And I promise that Harry and Ginny do appear in the ficlet.
It seems to be a Missing Moment from Christmas in HBP.
Maroon
****
The Burrow was decorated for Christmas, the sprouts were peeled, and Harry was sitting by the fire, wondering if he had the energy to climb all the stairs to Ron’s room.
No one else had gone up yet, it was too warm in here and too cold on the stairs.
Ron was sitting on the floor by his feet, staring grumpily into the flames and Harry sighed. Well, Ron was being an idiot, and if he couldn’t sort out his love life, then he, Harry, was not going to do it for him.
Even if the idea of Ron actually having a love life was bordering on frightening.
Bill and Fleur were the first to make a move. They trailed out of the room, hand in hand, and Ginny made a noise like an angry cat. “They’d better not be saying goodnight in my room,” she said heatedly to her mother and Mrs Weasley tutted.
Harry figured it was OK to look at Ginny for a moment, seeing as she had just spoken. That couldn’t be taken the wrong way by any of the hundreds of Weasleys present.
Ginny was curled up in the chair opposite him, a few strands of hair coming loose from her ponytail, her feet tucked up under her. She wasn’t wearing anything special, so just how did she manage to look so good?
In fact, that was the most annoying thing.
She was wearing an old sweater of Ron’s. An old, maroon, Weasley Christmas jumper that he had seen a thousand times. It was probably about three years old now, and worn and soft and she was rubbing her sodding cheek on her shoulder as she stared into the fire.
Ron shifted on the floor and Harry frowned as he watched Ron’s shoulder blades move under last year’s Christmas jumper.
OK, so the colour did suit him, no matter what he said, but it just looked like Ron in a jumper.
But the jumper opposite him.
Harry scowled and Ginny, looking up, caught his eyes and looked surprised.
Harry shook his head, dismissively, and she turned to look at the fire again.
The jumper opposite him had, he knew for a fact, been used for carrying home scrumped apples, for mopping up spilt potions ingredients, for wrapping round Seamus’s hand after he was burnt by a Skrewt.
He remembered scrunching it up and using it for a pillow, he remembered Pig nesting in it.
It was a boring, frayed, maroon jumper with a contrasting R on the front.
An image he’d seen a million times over the past five years.
But this time the R was distorted by Ginny’s breasts and he found he could hardly tear his eyes away from it.
He was in big trouble.
With an R for Really Big Trouble.
Title: Maroon
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ginny
Words : 469
Rating: PG
Written for The Colours of the Rainbow Challenge at
hpgw_otp.My colour is maroon.
And I promise that Harry and Ginny do appear in the ficlet.
It seems to be a Missing Moment from Christmas in HBP.
Maroon
****
The Burrow was decorated for Christmas, the sprouts were peeled, and Harry was sitting by the fire, wondering if he had the energy to climb all the stairs to Ron’s room.
No one else had gone up yet, it was too warm in here and too cold on the stairs.
Ron was sitting on the floor by his feet, staring grumpily into the flames and Harry sighed. Well, Ron was being an idiot, and if he couldn’t sort out his love life, then he, Harry, was not going to do it for him.
Even if the idea of Ron actually having a love life was bordering on frightening.
Bill and Fleur were the first to make a move. They trailed out of the room, hand in hand, and Ginny made a noise like an angry cat. “They’d better not be saying goodnight in my room,” she said heatedly to her mother and Mrs Weasley tutted.
Harry figured it was OK to look at Ginny for a moment, seeing as she had just spoken. That couldn’t be taken the wrong way by any of the hundreds of Weasleys present.
Ginny was curled up in the chair opposite him, a few strands of hair coming loose from her ponytail, her feet tucked up under her. She wasn’t wearing anything special, so just how did she manage to look so good?
In fact, that was the most annoying thing.
She was wearing an old sweater of Ron’s. An old, maroon, Weasley Christmas jumper that he had seen a thousand times. It was probably about three years old now, and worn and soft and she was rubbing her sodding cheek on her shoulder as she stared into the fire.
Ron shifted on the floor and Harry frowned as he watched Ron’s shoulder blades move under last year’s Christmas jumper.
OK, so the colour did suit him, no matter what he said, but it just looked like Ron in a jumper.
But the jumper opposite him.
Harry scowled and Ginny, looking up, caught his eyes and looked surprised.
Harry shook his head, dismissively, and she turned to look at the fire again.
The jumper opposite him had, he knew for a fact, been used for carrying home scrumped apples, for mopping up spilt potions ingredients, for wrapping round Seamus’s hand after he was burnt by a Skrewt.
He remembered scrunching it up and using it for a pillow, he remembered Pig nesting in it.
It was a boring, frayed, maroon jumper with a contrasting R on the front.
An image he’d seen a million times over the past five years.
But this time the R was distorted by Ginny’s breasts and he found he could hardly tear his eyes away from it.
He was in big trouble.
With an R for Really Big Trouble.