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April 6th--Wands
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at January 6th, 2007 (10:29 pm)
okay

current location: The kitchen
Mental State: okay
Background Chatter: Harry cursing

I came down to make Harry breakfast in bed and have become totally distracted by this article in the Daily Prophet.

I don't know if should kill Fred and George or laugh

"Morning, Mate."

I jump at the sound of Harry's voice and try to quickly fold up the Prophet.

"Morning, Harry," I hate the squeak in my voice. "Are we going to try the wand today?"

"I need food," Harry grins and straddles me in the chair. "Someone wore me out last night and I've worked up quite an appetite."

I blush and roll my eyes.

"Mate that last time was your idea," I grin at him and waggle my eyebrows. "I have to admit that feeling your Quiddtich gloves on my cock was brilliant."

I pull him in for a kiss and try to stuff the Prophet into the rubbish bin.

He pulls away and arches his eyebrow, "Why are you trying to hide the Prophet from me?"

I blush and move it out of his reach, "I'm not."

"You are too," Harry frowns and reaches for it.

The chair spills backwards as he shifts his weight on my lap. We fall into a heap on the floor and he grabs the Prophet from my had. He reads quickly, his eyes scanning the page, and I watch as they widen and his mouth falls open.

"Fred and George," I mutter. "Got us into a bit of a--"

"Lavender Brown! Me and Lavender Brown!"

"Better than Eloise," I mutter and shift underneath him. "Maybe Lavender will send you a necklace."

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Posted by: Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
Posted at: January 7th, 2007 04:37 am (UTC)
Ron: he loves me

We head back into the kitchen and I take my wand out to exam Harry. He's right he's still a bit fatigued and I can get slight reading on his blood pressure which is a tiny bit low.

"You need to eat," I frown and wave my wand at the refrigerator. "Protein and a bit of fiber."

"Ron--"

"Don't Ron me, Harry," I frown and summon my bag. "I'm going to take your temperature and if it's elevated we put off wand practice."

"I'm fine!" Harry pounds his fist on his chest. "Fit as a hippogriff."

I grab my bag and pull stuff the thermometer in his mouth.

"Quiet Harry," I mutter and set to work making breakfast. "Pretend it's a lolly."