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I've grown accustomed to your face - March 30th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at October 13th, 2006 (11:16 pm)
annoyed

Mental State: annoyed

I can’t sleep.

Even with the tent to myself, I can’t get to sleep. Moody gave everyone their leave but I get to keep working off my ‘carelessness’, fucking wanker!

I keep thinking about Ron and the fact that I miss his voice. I miss more than his voice, to be honest, but — to bloody hell with this!

I pull the mirror from my pocket and am about to call when I think better of it. He’s probably busy.

Busy doing what at this hour? He could be on rounds.

Or he could be hurt! He’s not hurt.

“How do you know?” Oh hell! I’m really losing it if I’m having an argument with myself over this! I decide to call him and actually end up waking him.

He’s sleeping? While I’m sitting here worried sick over him?

“Wake up, Ron!”

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Posted by: Auror Potter (auror_potter)
Posted at: October 15th, 2006 02:02 am (UTC)
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"Why did it have to be you?" I ask blowing out the smoke. "Don't they have someone else to do that?"

"How hard are you right now?" he asks with a grin. "Well?" he adds with a raised brow.

"How did we go from talking about your groping Tonks..."

"Examining Tonks, there was no groping," he interrupts.

"To the state of my..."

"Answer the question," he asks and I have to strain to look down the length of him through the mirror.

"Where are your hands?" I ask trying to sneak a peek.

"One's holding the mirror," he says then licks his lips. Bloody wanker! "You still haven't answered the question."

"You're the one avoiding our talking about your seeing Tonks naked."

"And you're the one avoiding the fact that you're randy and wondering if I'm sitting here stroking my cock..."

I have to swallow hard before attempting to answer.

"Are you?" I ask and strain my neck again to try to get a glimpse. Move the bloody mirror!