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hh_writersblockTitle: Une Lune-Voyage à Paris
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Summary: Ron and Hermione honeymoon in Paris! And Ron hates the French. Of course he does.
Word Count: 420
Author's Notes: I don't even know. I adore Ron but I've always pictured him as pretty culturally-insensitive. So that's how I wrote him.
Registered purchases?: Both registered.
“I can’t understand a bloody thing they’re saying.”
“Ron!”
“Well, I can’t. What would it hurt the world to all speak English, I ask you?”
“That’s awfully insensitive.”
“No, that’s common sense.”
Hermione rolls her eyes and shoves Ron’s arm. “You really are quite insufferable.”
Ron leans down and pecks her on the cheek, and she can’t help but give him a little smile. They’ve been married all of four days and they’re on holiday; how can she be mad at him?
“And you love me for it,” he says, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his side as they walk.
“I love you in spite of it,” she chuckles, rolling her eyes and putting her arm around him as well.
“Same thing.”
Paris was Hermione’s choice. She’d visited France on holiday once with her parents and completely fallen in love with the country, with the food, and with the language. If it had been up to Ron, they’d have taken their honeymoon somewhere more exciting – somewhere like Australia or Japan or America. Except she was afraid to take him to Australia for fear he’d make neverending kangaroo impressions, and she would never dream of taking him to Japan where he could make potentially insulting racial jokes. Ron, bless his heart, had never seemed to possess much tact. So here they were in Paris, France, where Ron could complain about the French language all he wanted so long as he kept his voice down.
“Are you having fun?” Ron asks, looking down at her with a little concern showing on his face. For all his jokes and offending behaviours, the one thing Ron has been trying to avoid for ages now was offending her. He doesn’t care about offending random French citizens, Hermione knows, but he damn well cares that he’s making her happy.
She stretches up in an attempt to kiss his cheek, clumsily bumping her chin against his jawbone as she tries to do this and walk at the same time. He laughs at her and presses an affectionate kiss to the top of her hair. “I’m having a lovely time,” she assures him, “language jokes be damned.”
“Good,” he says, and gestures towards a vendor a little ways down the street. “Fancy an ice cream?”
She nods. Ron beams down at her, and really, Hermione knows she would have enjoyed her honeymoon no matter where they went. She could handle all the culturally-insensitive comments in the world, so long as they were together.
end.
Title: The Full Moon
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Sirius and Remus, friendship. James mentioned.
Summary: In their third year at Hogwarts, Sirius and Remus have to travel to Hogsmeade at night to bring James a pair of pants. Unfortunately, Remus failed to notice that it was a full moon until it was almost too late.
Word Count: 618
Author's Notes: This contains "your mother" jokes. I suck. This is for Challenge #81, which requires the inclusion of dungbombs, the full moon, and someone under the Invisibility cloak.
Registered purchases?: Both registered.
“Merlin’s beard, what is that?”
“The smell of your mother’s perfume.”
Remus elbows Sirius in the gut. “Sirius, you’re an asshole.”
“That’s not what your mother said last night.”
If they didn’t absolutely need to stay under James’ cloak to avoid detection, Remus would have pushed him down the hill and into the lake. “Seriously, what is that?”
Sirius shifts under the cloak – it’s a tight fit with the two of them, and Remus has to go into some sort of odd half crouch to make sure the cloak covers both of their shoes – and gives him an abashed smile. “Dungbombs,” he says sheepishly. “I filled my pockets with them in case we needed to cause a distraction.”
Remus rolls his eyes. “And now I get to smell them all the way to Hogsmeade.”
“You should feel privileged to have me as your company.”
“Should, but I don’t,” Remus says with a grin, and now it’s Sirius’ turn to elbow him in the gut.
The night is dark and terribly windy, thankfully, because neither of them is being overly quiet. It’s late and everyone should be snug as bugs in rugs up in the castle, but it was hard to say if anyone else would fancy a bout of late-night exploring around the Hogwarts grounds. And the last thing either of them wants is to be caught.
“James owes us for this,” Sirius grumbles as he shuffles along, trying not to walk too fast. “I swear, the next time he gets stuck in Hogsmeade and has a girl run off on him, we are not bringing him a pair of trousers in the dead of night during the full moon. He can wait til sunup and spend his time regretting hooking up with a Slytherin girl.”
Remus stops dead in his tracks. He can feel all the blood drain from his face and his heart rate speed up. “Full moon?” he repeats, and rips the Invisibility cloak off his head. His eyes scan the skyline frantically, searching for any sliver of moonlight from behind the clouds.
Sirius stares at him as if he’s some sort of mental patient. “What, do you turn into a bat at the full moon or something?” he asks with a snort, and holds the cloak out for Remus to slip under again. “Come on, poor James is hiding in an alley without pants. Let’s go.”
But Remus backs away, his hands shaking a little. No. No. He’d been so careful. He’d worked so hard, made so many promises to Dumbledore so that he could come to Hogwarts. He’d convinced almost everyone that he was actually a real, normal teenager. And now, here, in front of one of his newest, best friends, he was dangerously close to ruining everything.
“I can’t – I’ve got –“ he fumbles. Sirius is staring at him as if he’s grown two heads, and he wants so badly to explain, to finally have someone his own age in on the secret. But the clouds are starting to move overhead now, and if he doesn’t act fast, he could very well end up eating one of his only friends. “I’ve got to go.”
He takes off across the lawn at a run, not caring about anything beyond getting to the Whomping Willow in time. He’s sure that Sirius is watching him go and thinks he’s mad, and he knows he’ll have to make up a pretty damn good story in a few days to explain everything and prevent him from asking questions. But he can’t think about that right now. He waves a hand behind him as he goes, shouts, “Give my best to James!”, and disappears into the dark.
end.
Points:
Fic 1: 420/30 = 14
Fic 2: 618/30 =20.6 21
+ 10 bonus per fic
- 2 because this post maxes me out for the week, so:
53 POINTS FOR HUFFLEPUFF!
Janna/Hufflepuff
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Summary: Ron and Hermione honeymoon in Paris! And Ron hates the French. Of course he does.
Word Count: 420
Author's Notes: I don't even know. I adore Ron but I've always pictured him as pretty culturally-insensitive. So that's how I wrote him.
Registered purchases?: Both registered.
“I can’t understand a bloody thing they’re saying.”
“Ron!”
“Well, I can’t. What would it hurt the world to all speak English, I ask you?”
“That’s awfully insensitive.”
“No, that’s common sense.”
Hermione rolls her eyes and shoves Ron’s arm. “You really are quite insufferable.”
Ron leans down and pecks her on the cheek, and she can’t help but give him a little smile. They’ve been married all of four days and they’re on holiday; how can she be mad at him?
“And you love me for it,” he says, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his side as they walk.
“I love you in spite of it,” she chuckles, rolling her eyes and putting her arm around him as well.
“Same thing.”
Paris was Hermione’s choice. She’d visited France on holiday once with her parents and completely fallen in love with the country, with the food, and with the language. If it had been up to Ron, they’d have taken their honeymoon somewhere more exciting – somewhere like Australia or Japan or America. Except she was afraid to take him to Australia for fear he’d make neverending kangaroo impressions, and she would never dream of taking him to Japan where he could make potentially insulting racial jokes. Ron, bless his heart, had never seemed to possess much tact. So here they were in Paris, France, where Ron could complain about the French language all he wanted so long as he kept his voice down.
“Are you having fun?” Ron asks, looking down at her with a little concern showing on his face. For all his jokes and offending behaviours, the one thing Ron has been trying to avoid for ages now was offending her. He doesn’t care about offending random French citizens, Hermione knows, but he damn well cares that he’s making her happy.
She stretches up in an attempt to kiss his cheek, clumsily bumping her chin against his jawbone as she tries to do this and walk at the same time. He laughs at her and presses an affectionate kiss to the top of her hair. “I’m having a lovely time,” she assures him, “language jokes be damned.”
“Good,” he says, and gestures towards a vendor a little ways down the street. “Fancy an ice cream?”
She nods. Ron beams down at her, and really, Hermione knows she would have enjoyed her honeymoon no matter where they went. She could handle all the culturally-insensitive comments in the world, so long as they were together.
end.
Title: The Full Moon
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Sirius and Remus, friendship. James mentioned.
Summary: In their third year at Hogwarts, Sirius and Remus have to travel to Hogsmeade at night to bring James a pair of pants. Unfortunately, Remus failed to notice that it was a full moon until it was almost too late.
Word Count: 618
Author's Notes: This contains "your mother" jokes. I suck. This is for Challenge #81, which requires the inclusion of dungbombs, the full moon, and someone under the Invisibility cloak.
Registered purchases?: Both registered.
“Merlin’s beard, what is that?”
“The smell of your mother’s perfume.”
Remus elbows Sirius in the gut. “Sirius, you’re an asshole.”
“That’s not what your mother said last night.”
If they didn’t absolutely need to stay under James’ cloak to avoid detection, Remus would have pushed him down the hill and into the lake. “Seriously, what is that?”
Sirius shifts under the cloak – it’s a tight fit with the two of them, and Remus has to go into some sort of odd half crouch to make sure the cloak covers both of their shoes – and gives him an abashed smile. “Dungbombs,” he says sheepishly. “I filled my pockets with them in case we needed to cause a distraction.”
Remus rolls his eyes. “And now I get to smell them all the way to Hogsmeade.”
“You should feel privileged to have me as your company.”
“Should, but I don’t,” Remus says with a grin, and now it’s Sirius’ turn to elbow him in the gut.
The night is dark and terribly windy, thankfully, because neither of them is being overly quiet. It’s late and everyone should be snug as bugs in rugs up in the castle, but it was hard to say if anyone else would fancy a bout of late-night exploring around the Hogwarts grounds. And the last thing either of them wants is to be caught.
“James owes us for this,” Sirius grumbles as he shuffles along, trying not to walk too fast. “I swear, the next time he gets stuck in Hogsmeade and has a girl run off on him, we are not bringing him a pair of trousers in the dead of night during the full moon. He can wait til sunup and spend his time regretting hooking up with a Slytherin girl.”
Remus stops dead in his tracks. He can feel all the blood drain from his face and his heart rate speed up. “Full moon?” he repeats, and rips the Invisibility cloak off his head. His eyes scan the skyline frantically, searching for any sliver of moonlight from behind the clouds.
Sirius stares at him as if he’s some sort of mental patient. “What, do you turn into a bat at the full moon or something?” he asks with a snort, and holds the cloak out for Remus to slip under again. “Come on, poor James is hiding in an alley without pants. Let’s go.”
But Remus backs away, his hands shaking a little. No. No. He’d been so careful. He’d worked so hard, made so many promises to Dumbledore so that he could come to Hogwarts. He’d convinced almost everyone that he was actually a real, normal teenager. And now, here, in front of one of his newest, best friends, he was dangerously close to ruining everything.
“I can’t – I’ve got –“ he fumbles. Sirius is staring at him as if he’s grown two heads, and he wants so badly to explain, to finally have someone his own age in on the secret. But the clouds are starting to move overhead now, and if he doesn’t act fast, he could very well end up eating one of his only friends. “I’ve got to go.”
He takes off across the lawn at a run, not caring about anything beyond getting to the Whomping Willow in time. He’s sure that Sirius is watching him go and thinks he’s mad, and he knows he’ll have to make up a pretty damn good story in a few days to explain everything and prevent him from asking questions. But he can’t think about that right now. He waves a hand behind him as he goes, shouts, “Give my best to James!”, and disappears into the dark.
end.
Points:
Fic 1: 420/30 = 14
Fic 2: 618/30 =
+ 10 bonus per fic
- 2 because this post maxes me out for the week, so:
53 POINTS FOR HUFFLEPUFF!
Janna/Hufflepuff
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