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cephalopinguin) wrote2009-03-29 08:14 pm
cephalopinguin) wrote2009-03-29 08:14 pm
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What Ewse Couwd I Do?
Title: What Ewse Couwd I Do?
Pairing: Harry/Ron, implied Hermione/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ron pays a visit to Hermione in the night, in need of a favor.
Word Count: 715
Warnings: implied slash, implied het
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Property of J.K Rowling. For entertainment purposes only. Even if it only entertains myself.
Notes: Thanks to my fabulous betaearth_dragon ! Did I mention how enamored I am with you?
What Ewse Couwd I Do?
“Hewhmione!” I heard a voice call from my living room. It sounded like Ron. Sliding out of bed, I felt a hand reach out and grab mine.
“Whassat?” Charlie mumbled, half asleep.
“I think it’s just Ron. Go back to sleep.” It took only two seconds for Charlie to start snoring again. I pulled on my dressing gown and padded down the hallway. Stepping into the living room, I saw Ron sitting on the couch, both hands clasped over his mouth. “Ron?”
Looking at me, wide-eyed, he dropped one hand, but kept the other tightly over his mouth.
“Ron, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting beside him and taking his free hand in mine. His silence was beginning to frighten me. “Ron, talk to me!”
Ron looked me in the eyes, blushed a deep crimson, and looked away. Dropping his hand from his mouth he said, “Hewhmione, I’f enwahged my tunk.”
Due to my grogginess and Ron’s newly acquired lisp, it took me a second to process his statement. “You’ve… enlarged your tongue?”
“Wehw, mowe wike enwongated.”
“Elongated,” I echoed.
Ron opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. It was easily five inches long.
My mouth fell open and my eyes widened, but I quickly schooled my face back into a neutral expression. “You did this to yourself? Why?”
Instead of giving an answer, Ron pointed at his tongue in a silent plea for me to just fix it. I pulled my wand from my pocket and quickly set Ron’s mouth to right.
Ron worked his jaw to readjust to his newly down-sized tongue. “Thanks. Do you have something I can drink?”
I Summoned two Butterbeers from the kitchen, then I looked at Ron, who was resolutely not looking at me. He took his Butterbeer and tipped his head back for a long swig.
After a few more moments of silence I finally burst. “Well!”
Ron jumped and looked at me. “Well, what?”
“Oh, don’t act so stupid. You know very well what.”
“Mmmm,” Ron groaned. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“I’m dying to know!” I answered, fairly bouncing on my seat. It wasn’t everyday your best mate came over to ask you to shrink his tongue. “Ron, you have to tell me.”
“Oh, Merlin! Okay… um, well, I’ve been told that I’m an oral person.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Well, I suppose that translates into the bedroom as well.”
“Oh, yes, I remember vividly!” I answered, excited about where this conversation was going.
Ron looked at me warily. “Merlin, this is embarrassing. So, as it turns out, Harry can come just by prostate stimulation, which is amazing. I swear he must use wandless magic or something because most men can’t do that. Well anyway, um, I wanted to… use my tongue.” He looked away again and took another long pull from his Butterbeer.
By now my face was as red as his, though for a very different reason. He blushed in embarrassment, while I was flushed in arousal.
“Right, so I wanted to use my tongue, but it’s too short. Hence, the enlargement spell.”
“So why did you have to come over here? Forget the incantation to end it?” I teased. “It’s Finite Incantatem.” I playfully demonstrated the proper wand movement and laughed.
“Oh, you’re funny. I couldn’t pronounce it correctly! The spell wouldn’t end!”
Snickering, I asked, “So why not get Harry to do it? You were obviously with him.”
“Harry has a tendency to pass out after, and I couldn’t wake him up.”
I smiled at Ron, laughing. He looked at me in bewilderment, but soon his frown turned to a smile, and before we knew it, we were both doubled over laughing.
After we settled down he kissed me and stood up to leave. “Thanks, Hermione,” he said, wiping away the tears of laughter from his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Um, don’t tell Harry about this conversation. He’d kill me.”
I drew an imaginary zipper across my lips, got up, and saw Ron to the Floo. Once he was gone, I ran back to my bedroom and quickly shed my gown. Crawling into bed, I climbed on top of Charlie. “Charlie!” I said, shaking him, “Charlie, wake up. Open your mouth; I’ve got a spell to try on you!”
Pairing: Harry/Ron, implied Hermione/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ron pays a visit to Hermione in the night, in need of a favor.
Word Count: 715
Warnings: implied slash, implied het
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Property of J.K Rowling. For entertainment purposes only. Even if it only entertains myself.
Notes: Thanks to my fabulous beta
earth_dragon ! Did I mention how enamored I am with you?What Ewse Couwd I Do?
“Hewhmione!” I heard a voice call from my living room. It sounded like Ron. Sliding out of bed, I felt a hand reach out and grab mine.
“Whassat?” Charlie mumbled, half asleep.
“I think it’s just Ron. Go back to sleep.” It took only two seconds for Charlie to start snoring again. I pulled on my dressing gown and padded down the hallway. Stepping into the living room, I saw Ron sitting on the couch, both hands clasped over his mouth. “Ron?”
Looking at me, wide-eyed, he dropped one hand, but kept the other tightly over his mouth.
“Ron, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting beside him and taking his free hand in mine. His silence was beginning to frighten me. “Ron, talk to me!”
Ron looked me in the eyes, blushed a deep crimson, and looked away. Dropping his hand from his mouth he said, “Hewhmione, I’f enwahged my tunk.”
Due to my grogginess and Ron’s newly acquired lisp, it took me a second to process his statement. “You’ve… enlarged your tongue?”
“Wehw, mowe wike enwongated.”
“Elongated,” I echoed.
Ron opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. It was easily five inches long.
My mouth fell open and my eyes widened, but I quickly schooled my face back into a neutral expression. “You did this to yourself? Why?”
Instead of giving an answer, Ron pointed at his tongue in a silent plea for me to just fix it. I pulled my wand from my pocket and quickly set Ron’s mouth to right.
Ron worked his jaw to readjust to his newly down-sized tongue. “Thanks. Do you have something I can drink?”
I Summoned two Butterbeers from the kitchen, then I looked at Ron, who was resolutely not looking at me. He took his Butterbeer and tipped his head back for a long swig.
After a few more moments of silence I finally burst. “Well!”
Ron jumped and looked at me. “Well, what?”
“Oh, don’t act so stupid. You know very well what.”
“Mmmm,” Ron groaned. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“I’m dying to know!” I answered, fairly bouncing on my seat. It wasn’t everyday your best mate came over to ask you to shrink his tongue. “Ron, you have to tell me.”
“Oh, Merlin! Okay… um, well, I’ve been told that I’m an oral person.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Well, I suppose that translates into the bedroom as well.”
“Oh, yes, I remember vividly!” I answered, excited about where this conversation was going.
Ron looked at me warily. “Merlin, this is embarrassing. So, as it turns out, Harry can come just by prostate stimulation, which is amazing. I swear he must use wandless magic or something because most men can’t do that. Well anyway, um, I wanted to… use my tongue.” He looked away again and took another long pull from his Butterbeer.
By now my face was as red as his, though for a very different reason. He blushed in embarrassment, while I was flushed in arousal.
“Right, so I wanted to use my tongue, but it’s too short. Hence, the enlargement spell.”
“So why did you have to come over here? Forget the incantation to end it?” I teased. “It’s Finite Incantatem.” I playfully demonstrated the proper wand movement and laughed.
“Oh, you’re funny. I couldn’t pronounce it correctly! The spell wouldn’t end!”
Snickering, I asked, “So why not get Harry to do it? You were obviously with him.”
“Harry has a tendency to pass out after, and I couldn’t wake him up.”
I smiled at Ron, laughing. He looked at me in bewilderment, but soon his frown turned to a smile, and before we knew it, we were both doubled over laughing.
After we settled down he kissed me and stood up to leave. “Thanks, Hermione,” he said, wiping away the tears of laughter from his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Um, don’t tell Harry about this conversation. He’d kill me.”
I drew an imaginary zipper across my lips, got up, and saw Ron to the Floo. Once he was gone, I ran back to my bedroom and quickly shed my gown. Crawling into bed, I climbed on top of Charlie. “Charlie!” I said, shaking him, “Charlie, wake up. Open your mouth; I’ve got a spell to try on you!”