A couple of silly drabbles :)
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ragnhildholm, written for mctabby's Kitty Birthday Drabblethon. Well. This isn't the challenge I received, but I couldn't resist the "Dumbledore Striptease challenge":
Harry watched in horror. Snape muttered to him under his breath. "Oh yes. He does this every year.
"The worst part is, he takes the socks off last."
The coast was clear. It was so rare that Bill was actually home. They'd volunteered to do the washing up after lunch, knowing everyone would clear out into the beautiful day. Sure enough, the two of them were quickly abandoned to a sea of dishes. They tossed their dishtowels aside, and Percy leaned up for kiss.
"Hullo!" A voice said cheerily.
They spun apart. Damn!
"At it again are you?" George added.
"Don't let us stop you," Fred snapped up an apple and took a bite, "just wanted a snack."
"As you were," said George. They left, chatting about how many colours they could turn Ron's hair before he noticed.
Bill and Percy looked at each other, confused. Finally the corner of Bill's mouth quirked and Percy couldn't help but grin. Bill stroked his cheek and Percy began nibbling his fingertips, a flush rising.
Bill was nibbling Percy's earlobe, his hand working under a far-too-tight belt when --
"-- Oi! This had better wash out, you two!"
The door to the kitchen pounded open, and Ron thundered in. His hair was bright blue.
Then it slowly shifted green. Then yellow.
Ron snatched up the dish detergent and tried to go between them, but Bill's hand was still caught under Percy's belt. Ron manuevered and stuck his head under the spigot.
"Damn them, I'm gonna to kill them both," he muttered, "one of these days" as multicoloured water streamed out of his hair. Ron grabbed one of the dishtowels and scrubbed at his head.
Suddently he glanced from Bill to Percy. Then back again. "Oh. Sorry. Did I interrupt something? I suppose you don't need the extra towel then?" And Ron left, whistling.
Nonplussed, Percy blinked at Bill, glanced at Bill's hand still tucked in his trousers.
"Wow. That was really a close call, wasn't it?" he whispered.
And Bill smiled slyly. His eyebrows flicked up. "Yes."
Percy chuckled as Bill drew him close, rubbing their hips together. His fingers (since the rest of his hand was trapped) drew small circles on Percy soft skin, and he nibbled Percy's upper lip. Percy moaned.
"WHOA!" The back door blasted upon in a flash of magic and a white blur zipped through the kitchen into the living room, followed by a darker blur on a broom. Bill froze.
"Harry Potter!" Percy snapped, "You may be a guest but you're not allowed to fly brooms in the house!"
Harry spun the broom around and hovered, his head dipped in a sheepish expression. He shrugged. "Sorry. It just got away from me." Then he glanced at Bill and then back to Percy. "You aren't done yet?"
Percy stood up stiffly, chin raised. "We've only the one dish towel."
Harry gave him a funny look. "What do dishtowels have to do with it?" and flew out the door, t-shirt flapping.
Bill finally relaxed with a sigh and shook his head as if to clear it. He turned back to Percy, pulled him close.
"Now. Where were we...?" His voice was low and soft. The door from livingroom squeaked open, and Bill swore, "God damn it!"
Charlie stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. They didn't even bother to separate, it was obviously too late. Percy hung his head, while Bill glared at Charlie, daring him to say something.
Finally Charlie spoke, exasperated,
"Beelzebub's arse. You're still here?" he picked up the dishrag and made for the sink. "Look if gonna shag have somebody else do the dishes."
ragnhildholm, written for mctabby's Kitty Birthday Drabblethon. Well. This isn't the challenge I received, but I couldn't resist the "Dumbledore Striptease challenge":Harry watched in horror. Snape muttered to him under his breath. "Oh yes. He does this every year.
"The worst part is, he takes the socks off last."
The coast was clear. It was so rare that Bill was actually home. They'd volunteered to do the washing up after lunch, knowing everyone would clear out into the beautiful day. Sure enough, the two of them were quickly abandoned to a sea of dishes. They tossed their dishtowels aside, and Percy leaned up for kiss.
"Hullo!" A voice said cheerily.
They spun apart. Damn!
"At it again are you?" George added.
"Don't let us stop you," Fred snapped up an apple and took a bite, "just wanted a snack."
"As you were," said George. They left, chatting about how many colours they could turn Ron's hair before he noticed.
Bill and Percy looked at each other, confused. Finally the corner of Bill's mouth quirked and Percy couldn't help but grin. Bill stroked his cheek and Percy began nibbling his fingertips, a flush rising.
Bill was nibbling Percy's earlobe, his hand working under a far-too-tight belt when --
"-- Oi! This had better wash out, you two!"
The door to the kitchen pounded open, and Ron thundered in. His hair was bright blue.
Then it slowly shifted green. Then yellow.
Ron snatched up the dish detergent and tried to go between them, but Bill's hand was still caught under Percy's belt. Ron manuevered and stuck his head under the spigot.
"Damn them, I'm gonna to kill them both," he muttered, "one of these days" as multicoloured water streamed out of his hair. Ron grabbed one of the dishtowels and scrubbed at his head.
Suddently he glanced from Bill to Percy. Then back again. "Oh. Sorry. Did I interrupt something? I suppose you don't need the extra towel then?" And Ron left, whistling.
Nonplussed, Percy blinked at Bill, glanced at Bill's hand still tucked in his trousers.
"Wow. That was really a close call, wasn't it?" he whispered.
And Bill smiled slyly. His eyebrows flicked up. "Yes."
Percy chuckled as Bill drew him close, rubbing their hips together. His fingers (since the rest of his hand was trapped) drew small circles on Percy soft skin, and he nibbled Percy's upper lip. Percy moaned.
"WHOA!" The back door blasted upon in a flash of magic and a white blur zipped through the kitchen into the living room, followed by a darker blur on a broom. Bill froze.
"Harry Potter!" Percy snapped, "You may be a guest but you're not allowed to fly brooms in the house!"
Harry spun the broom around and hovered, his head dipped in a sheepish expression. He shrugged. "Sorry. It just got away from me." Then he glanced at Bill and then back to Percy. "You aren't done yet?"
Percy stood up stiffly, chin raised. "We've only the one dish towel."
Harry gave him a funny look. "What do dishtowels have to do with it?" and flew out the door, t-shirt flapping.
Bill finally relaxed with a sigh and shook his head as if to clear it. He turned back to Percy, pulled him close.
"Now. Where were we...?" His voice was low and soft. The door from livingroom squeaked open, and Bill swore, "God damn it!"
Charlie stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. They didn't even bother to separate, it was obviously too late. Percy hung his head, while Bill glared at Charlie, daring him to say something.
Finally Charlie spoke, exasperated,
"Beelzebub's arse. You're still here?" he picked up the dishrag and made for the sink. "Look if gonna shag have somebody else do the dishes."
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Date: 2004-04-20 01:38 pm (UTC)And I think I must start using "Beelzebub's arse" when I need a mild expletive. Yes indeed.
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Date: 2004-04-21 06:47 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-04-20 01:51 pm (UTC)I loved it. This story is going on my rec list.
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Date: 2004-04-21 06:48 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-04-21 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 02:12 pm (UTC)Poor lads can't catch a break, can they?
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Date: 2004-04-21 06:49 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-04-21 09:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 02:16 pm (UTC){I've friended you. Friend back, don't friend back, whatever.}
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Date: 2004-04-20 09:27 pm (UTC)Re: Icon question
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Date: 2004-04-20 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-20 03:56 pm (UTC)*rereads*sniggers* Poor Percy. His idea of stealth is to put a doily on the elephant in the corner.
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Date: 2004-04-20 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-21 12:09 am (UTC)This is Al on his new journal. Al_riddle won't be used anymore, so I have friended you on this. :)
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Date: 2004-04-21 12:28 am (UTC)Darn it, now it's *got* to go in my memories. There's no escape, I tell you! The cute! ^_^
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Date: 2004-04-21 02:13 am (UTC)Oh, and to be picky (because that's just me), I think you're missing a subject in that last sentence ("Look if you're gonna shag", surely?).
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Date: 2004-04-22 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-22 02:49 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-04-22 02:53 pm (UTC)I've actually read a lot of your fanfiction, but it was a while ago. I'll go back over everything and then tell you what I'm archiving. Thanks so much!