[ficlet] Sweeter Things
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babygrayA Harry Potter fic...
Title: Sweeter Things
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
babygray
Pairing: pre-Snarry?
Warnings: Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: A quick two-minute ficlet.
Word Count: 321
Summary: Harry writes a letter while Ron doubts.
Harry had a shrunken skull dangling from his desk lamp. It was muttering and clacking its teeth together as it swung over a gift box by Harry's ink bottle. Harry graced the head with a little smile as he wrote.
"Harry," Ron said from across the desk, unable to keep his eyes off the cackling head. "I know that you said there was no danger in contacting him-"
"Do you think I should use 'esteemed' or 'acclaimed?" Harry asked, dipping his quill into the ink bottle, his eyes never leaving the letter he wrote.
The shrunken head rolled his eyes this way and that, making Ron feel a bit queasy.
"But don't you think he'll take it more than a bit personal if you send him a fake shrunken head of him?"
The shrunken head gasped. Harry rushed and covered the shrunken head's violated ears.
"First, he's not for him," Harry whispered, to make certain the poor head did not overhear. "Second, he looks nothing like him."
"Yeah," Ron countered, "the real thing's a lot greasier."
Harry shot Ron a look that he might have learned from Hermione. "Besides, Clement here was a gift from your sister."
"Ginny gave that to you?" Ron said as Harry removed his hands from over the shrunken head's ears.
"Said it was George's idea," Harry said with a shrug. The shrunken head turned away from Ron, unwilling to even glance at his insulter. Ron was completely unperturbed by that.
Harry returned to his letter.
"What are you sending him, then?" Ron said.
This made Harry pause. "Well," he said, laying his quill aside. He smiled as if the gentlest fragment of love just came to mind. "Better honey than vinegar, right?"
"If you want to catch flies," Ron said. "And Snape's no fly. More like... a great, big spider," he added with a shudder.
"Then I just have to use something sweeter, don't I?" Harry said.
Title: Sweeter Things
Author:
babygrayPairing: pre-Snarry?
Warnings: Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: A quick two-minute ficlet.
Word Count: 321
Summary: Harry writes a letter while Ron doubts.
Harry had a shrunken skull dangling from his desk lamp. It was muttering and clacking its teeth together as it swung over a gift box by Harry's ink bottle. Harry graced the head with a little smile as he wrote.
"Harry," Ron said from across the desk, unable to keep his eyes off the cackling head. "I know that you said there was no danger in contacting him-"
"Do you think I should use 'esteemed' or 'acclaimed?" Harry asked, dipping his quill into the ink bottle, his eyes never leaving the letter he wrote.
The shrunken head rolled his eyes this way and that, making Ron feel a bit queasy.
"But don't you think he'll take it more than a bit personal if you send him a fake shrunken head of him?"
The shrunken head gasped. Harry rushed and covered the shrunken head's violated ears.
"First, he's not for him," Harry whispered, to make certain the poor head did not overhear. "Second, he looks nothing like him."
"Yeah," Ron countered, "the real thing's a lot greasier."
Harry shot Ron a look that he might have learned from Hermione. "Besides, Clement here was a gift from your sister."
"Ginny gave that to you?" Ron said as Harry removed his hands from over the shrunken head's ears.
"Said it was George's idea," Harry said with a shrug. The shrunken head turned away from Ron, unwilling to even glance at his insulter. Ron was completely unperturbed by that.
Harry returned to his letter.
"What are you sending him, then?" Ron said.
This made Harry pause. "Well," he said, laying his quill aside. He smiled as if the gentlest fragment of love just came to mind. "Better honey than vinegar, right?"
"If you want to catch flies," Ron said. "And Snape's no fly. More like... a great, big spider," he added with a shudder.
"Then I just have to use something sweeter, don't I?" Harry said.
