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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 11th, 2007 11:47 pm (UTC)
Gen: Eyes

I stand up and give him a grin, "I'll be right back with the wand. I imagine we'll want to do this outside! You'll need your jacket!"

"Ron--"

I've already started up the stairs to mum and dad's room when I hear him shout from the kitchen.

"I don't need a bloody jacket! I'm not sick!"

"You need a jacket," I call back and summon his as I take the next set of stairs two at a time. "It's chilly out."

I rush into my parents room and yank open the wardrobe to grab the wand case from the shelf. I feel the box vibrate slightly when I pick it up and I rush back downstairs with Harry's jacke and the wand in my hand.

"You're panting," Harry grins. "Getting out of shape?"

"You thought my shape was fine last night," I waggle my eyebrows and chuck his jacket at him. "We should start with something simple, yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe a First Year Spell."

We head out the back door and I open the box as soon as we reach the garden. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me but there seems to be a glow around the wand.

"Harry?" I whisper when I notice him staring at the wand. "Harry?"

"Weird," Harry mutters. "It seems to be glowing."

"Right," I swallow hard. "Are you ready?"