Another drabble - Ron/Luna/Harry

[icarus]

A New Theory
by Icarus



Ron shrugged. "Apparently, sex produces some kind of protective magic barrier... I'm not sure if I follow it exactly..."

"It's the Thesphalian effect. It's stronger if there are more people involved," Luna's voice came from what was technically George's bedroom, though the twin were more than happy to provide for Ron's weekend adventures. ('Better than broom closets, old chap,' George had winked. Fred had added, 'Besides, this way we can keep an eye on you.' Ron was a little chary of what Fred meant by that, but decided it was well worth the risk.)

Fred and George glanced at each other in wonder.

Ron translated. "That means the more, the merrier."

"Wow, Ron, your girlfriend is completely crazy -" said Fred.

"- you are soooo lucky," added George.

"Well, she's not my girlfriend, technically," Ron began.

"What?"

"How so?"

"Hey Luna," Ron bent his head around the half-open door, "are you my girlfriend?"

"Of course not. The concept of monogamy was invented by the Jub-Jub tribe of Orelliphalians and is really not natural to the human species," she explained calmly.

Ron spread his hands as if to say 'I rest my case.' He beamed.

"Are those two going to get undressed? Because if not, we have other things to do, and Harry lost his erection while you were standing there." There was a splutter from the other side of the door. The twins' jaws fell open. Then they hurriedly started pulling off their shoes, hopping as they popped off their socks.

"No! Wait -! Luna, these are my brothers!" Ron had gone hopelessly red.

"What difference does that make?" she said.




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A New Theory
Ursule's portion



There were two of them, but he was bigger.

He was actually bigger. When Ron realized that he froze long enough to let a well-placed punch slam him in the nose; but he recovered and hit back, again and again, not so much aiming as letting his body fall at his opponents . . . If you fought someone often enough, Ron thought, it was like gravity.

Far away, Luna whispered, "Do you think wombats do that? In the Spring?"

"It's summer," Harry muttered. Ron felt rather than saw him, perched on the bed, pushing his glasses up with one finger . . . staying out of a fight he didn't understand for the first time in his life, maybe.

And Fred tripped Ron, and George was on top of him; but he was bigger now, he understood that suddenly, and it was only a matter of time before George was underneath, and Ron was banging his head into the floor. Pound, pound, pound. "The bear when I was three," Ron insisted. "The lolly when I was seven. The coat you ripped before I got it. The-- the--"

Cold water over him, and he was frozen. There were two of them, and they were allowed to work magic. "Honest, mate," said Fred. "We didn't think you'd care."

"In the Jub-Jub tribe," said Luna, "women buy men with a pound of mud . . ."

Ron shook the spell off, and stood. He was bright red down under the neck of his shirt, he could tell. "Look, this isn't about anything weird, OK? It's just . . ."

"It's OK," George told him. "You never were too good at sharing."

The twins sauntered out, pretending their wounds were invisible.

"Hey!" Harry yelled after them.

"What?"

"Shut the door already!" Harry fumbled at his half-undone pants, which betrayed an unmistakable swelling.

"Oh!" said Luna. "You found it! I often misplace them, you know . . ."

Harry's mouth was half-open, his reply breathless and indistinguishable. Ron wondered just what had gone on, while he'd been beating the twins.

Comments

Re: Hmph again.

[ursula]

Well, we're getting in deep enough that concept won't quite sustain us on its own . . . Though there's conflict enough to be had.