Kinky Sods
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bleedingangel84Title: Kinky Sods
Author/Artist:bleedingangel84
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of food play
Word Count: 275
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Written for: JMDC 240-chocolate, extravagant, flowers and![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dove_drabbles 148-Chocolate is the best way to say ‘I love you’.
Notes: Just randomness inspired by the prompts. Not sure why my brain went here, but I like this one. I hope readers will as well.
Summary: Harry and Draco help Ron decide on a Valentin’s surprise for Hermione.
“What are you getting Hermione for Valentine’s Day, Ron?” Harry asked.
“I thought I might get her some flowers since she’s been watching her weight after Hugo was born.”
“You’ll want to include chocolates with those flowers, Weasley. And possibly jewelry as well. Or, knowing Granger, possibly something more extravagant, like a rare edition of her favorite book,” Draco advised.
“She’ll whinge if I get her chocolate, won’t she?”
“No. Chocolate is the best way to say ‘I love you.’” Draco insisted.
“How do you know, Malfoy?”
“That’s how I got him to agree to a date with me.” Harry admitted.
“Well, if it worked on Malfoy, I think it might do for Hermione as well.”
“Just put some thought into it, Weasley. Let Granger know that you’re thinking of her. Don’t make it too generic.”
“Why do you still call her Granger? We’ve been married for years and have kids now, y’know.”
“That’s precisely why I call her Granger. Granger-Weasley is a mouthful in ordinary conversation, and if I just used Weasley, fifty people might respond at any given time.”
“Why are you even trying to help me, Malfoy?”
“Because, Weaselbee, the sooner you decide what to get your wife, the sooner I can carry out my Valentine’s plans, which involve chocolate, Harry, and our bed.”
“Ron, I love you, but get out. Go. Good luck with the gift.”
“I see where your mind’s gone, Harry. Kinky sods. That gives me an idea.”
“I did not need to know that, Weaselbee. Go on.”
“You brought it up, Malfoy.”
“Merlin, help me. I may need to Obliviate myself. Where is Lockhart when you need him?”
Author/Artist:
bleedingangel84 Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of food play
Word Count: 275
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Written for: JMDC 240-chocolate, extravagant, flowers and
dove_drabbles 148-Chocolate is the best way to say ‘I love you’.Notes: Just randomness inspired by the prompts. Not sure why my brain went here, but I like this one. I hope readers will as well.
Summary: Harry and Draco help Ron decide on a Valentin’s surprise for Hermione.
“What are you getting Hermione for Valentine’s Day, Ron?” Harry asked.
“I thought I might get her some flowers since she’s been watching her weight after Hugo was born.”
“You’ll want to include chocolates with those flowers, Weasley. And possibly jewelry as well. Or, knowing Granger, possibly something more extravagant, like a rare edition of her favorite book,” Draco advised.
“She’ll whinge if I get her chocolate, won’t she?”
“No. Chocolate is the best way to say ‘I love you.’” Draco insisted.
“How do you know, Malfoy?”
“That’s how I got him to agree to a date with me.” Harry admitted.
“Well, if it worked on Malfoy, I think it might do for Hermione as well.”
“Just put some thought into it, Weasley. Let Granger know that you’re thinking of her. Don’t make it too generic.”
“Why do you still call her Granger? We’ve been married for years and have kids now, y’know.”
“That’s precisely why I call her Granger. Granger-Weasley is a mouthful in ordinary conversation, and if I just used Weasley, fifty people might respond at any given time.”
“Why are you even trying to help me, Malfoy?”
“Because, Weaselbee, the sooner you decide what to get your wife, the sooner I can carry out my Valentine’s plans, which involve chocolate, Harry, and our bed.”
“Ron, I love you, but get out. Go. Good luck with the gift.”
“I see where your mind’s gone, Harry. Kinky sods. That gives me an idea.”
“I did not need to know that, Weaselbee. Go on.”
“You brought it up, Malfoy.”
“Merlin, help me. I may need to Obliviate myself. Where is Lockhart when you need him?”