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51 : Water
Title: Water
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Water
Word Count: 360
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted atharryron.
The one hundred stories are inspired by Broke Back Mountain.
Ron looks back on one hundred memories of his life with and without Harry.
Enjoy.
Water
****
That autumn, Charlie followed her sisters to school, and that left just Teddy at home.
Or not.
Because Teddy would always be found wherever Alexandra was, so that actually left Teddy next door.
They lived in their own little world, red head and black head close together., and it made me feel a bit of a fool, being jealous of my seven-year-old son.
Hermione obviously decided I’d be bored in an empty house, becuase she drew up a long list of things I needed to do in the garden before the weather turned.
So, there I was, up a ladder unblocking the gutter.
A very glamorous job.
It had its compensations.
Harry stood at the bottom of the ladder, one hand on the upright beside my ankle. He was supposed to be steadying me, but I don’t think I have ever been more aware of my own ankle, and I felt far from steady.
Just as I reached out to clear the leaves blocking the gutter, Harry’s fingers circled my ankle and slid up my trouser leg.
Unfortunately he was standing right under the downspout and he was drenched when I yelped and dislodges the leaves, releasing the icy rainwater dammed behind them.
He flicked his sopping hair out of his face and looked up and met my eyes.
“Right,” he smirked, tugging hard on my leg.
I half kicked him away and half slithered down the ladder, jumping the last three rungs and trying to pull my leg free but he pulled again and pushed me over when I tottered on my free leg.
Straddling my waist he tried to pin my arms down above my head while shaking his hair like a dog and showering me with raindrops.
I bucked and twisted, trying to throw him off, and Hermione came out into the garden and said, ‘Ahem!’ just as I rubbed my denim-covered erection against his arse.
Luckily we were both flushed from laughter and exertion and she just rolled her eyes and went back into the house.
“Sorry,” he said, catching my eye and scrambling to his feet.
“Too close, Harry,” I hissed, adjusting my trousers. “Too fucking close.”
My Big Damn Table.
Title: Water
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Water
Word Count: 360
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at
harryron.The one hundred stories are inspired by Broke Back Mountain.
Ron looks back on one hundred memories of his life with and without Harry.
Enjoy.
Water
****
That autumn, Charlie followed her sisters to school, and that left just Teddy at home.
Or not.
Because Teddy would always be found wherever Alexandra was, so that actually left Teddy next door.
They lived in their own little world, red head and black head close together., and it made me feel a bit of a fool, being jealous of my seven-year-old son.
Hermione obviously decided I’d be bored in an empty house, becuase she drew up a long list of things I needed to do in the garden before the weather turned.
So, there I was, up a ladder unblocking the gutter.
A very glamorous job.
It had its compensations.
Harry stood at the bottom of the ladder, one hand on the upright beside my ankle. He was supposed to be steadying me, but I don’t think I have ever been more aware of my own ankle, and I felt far from steady.
Just as I reached out to clear the leaves blocking the gutter, Harry’s fingers circled my ankle and slid up my trouser leg.
Unfortunately he was standing right under the downspout and he was drenched when I yelped and dislodges the leaves, releasing the icy rainwater dammed behind them.
He flicked his sopping hair out of his face and looked up and met my eyes.
“Right,” he smirked, tugging hard on my leg.
I half kicked him away and half slithered down the ladder, jumping the last three rungs and trying to pull my leg free but he pulled again and pushed me over when I tottered on my free leg.
Straddling my waist he tried to pin my arms down above my head while shaking his hair like a dog and showering me with raindrops.
I bucked and twisted, trying to throw him off, and Hermione came out into the garden and said, ‘Ahem!’ just as I rubbed my denim-covered erection against his arse.
Luckily we were both flushed from laughter and exertion and she just rolled her eyes and went back into the house.
“Sorry,” he said, catching my eye and scrambling to his feet.
“Too close, Harry,” I hissed, adjusting my trousers. “Too fucking close.”
My Big Damn Table.