greetings from burlington

[mousapelli]

well, i'm here. A more hilarious post to follow, but i have arrived in Burlington and put together a futon and cleaned out a tub for the rat to live in temporarily and am now ready to die.

I hope I made the merry_smutmas cutoff... *pokes comm*

Ellen says "WHANG WHANG WHANG" which i think means we may have left her alone too long.

If you really loved me, you would leave me comment ficlets to come back to, because i won't be good for anything but unpacking for the next few days.

*hugs flist without devoting hours to perusing it*

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Geometric Love (con't) H/R -- ELLEN'S FAULT.

[dipping_sauce]

The shower was two cubic meters in size. Ron knew this because the landlord had pointed it out the day they'd moved in. The man had leered at the three of them in a very disturbing manner, as if he could imagine what they would get up to in such a small, one-person flat.

Ron had grumbled under his breath. He hated it when people like that were right.

"We aren't going to fit."

Harry made a scoffing noise and sat down on the toilet. "You don't know that."

Ron jabbed a finger at him. "I do so."

Harry pulled out his pack of cigs and stuck one in his mouth, He offered one to Ron, but Ron declined with a shake of his head. "So," Harry muttered around the fag, as he lit it with his wand, "where'd you figure two people can't fit in something that size?"

Ron felt a warmth rising in his cheeks.

Harry snorted clouds of smoke out his nostrils as he laughed. "Go on."

"'M not telling."

Harry rose and took a step across the small bathroom. He wrapped his arms around Ron's waist, and nuzzled at the other's neck. "You will," he murmured into the warm, freckled flesh.

Ron pushed him away, his face burning. "Private!"

Harry's grin was wide and mocking. "If you won't tell, them I'm just going to have to find out for myself, now won't I?"

"... What?"

Harry began to unbutton his shirt. "I believe I meant, 'Get your kit off and get in the shower, Weasley.'"

Ron smiled slyly, pulled his t-shirt over his head, and turned on the water.

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Re: Geometric Love (con't) H/R -- ELLEN'S FAULT.

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

hee, I like indeed! Mmm, Ron/Harry, even if it is in the context of a triofic.

I would be really really funny if they didn't actually fit, and Hermione had to come extract them.

"Honestly, don't you two have any sense? CLEARLY you were not going to fit in the shower! Ron, I told you that yesterday! What did you think that man was leering at us for? Well, if you're going to be like THAT, Ron Weasley, I'll be leaving you righ there!" *slams door*

Re: Geometric Love (con't) H/R -- ELLEN'S FAULT.

[dipping_sauce]

*grin*

Glad you do.

Sadly enough, those two probably would get stuck...

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Harry turned off the water and began to slam his fist against the plexiglas door.

"What are you *doing*?"

"We're stuck."

"*What*?"

"We're stuck-"

"I *heard* you-"

"I mean, I can't get the door open with both of us in here."

"So why're you pounding on the door?"

"... So that Hermione'll hear and come *rescue* us, you prat."

Ron scratched at his neck. "Um. That might be a problem."

"WHY?"

"... Because Hermione had to go out shopping. Emergency. She needs a can opener and a spatula so she can make supper."

"Oh, bugger. We're stuck until she gets back, aren't we?"

"Mmm-hm. And then she'll kill us."

"If we're lucky."