Some Fiction...
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centerspireWell, I had an excellent day yesterday. So much fun with Buttercup.
Saw The Last Samuri! Oh so good!!! "They're all perfect." Just a beautiful, beautiful movie. If it doesn't get some Oscars, something's wrong.
Anyway, I thought I'd be brave and post some fic. It is, and isn't beta'ed. My great thanks to drunkenfairy at Menage a Trio for betaing. Unfortunatly, when the email came through, part of the email was cut off, and, it just happened to be the part with her beta. Any criticism is welcome. Trio, Rated PG-13 for some snogging and cheekyness. Oh yeah, and there’s an inadvertent wink totoastandtea.
Hermione should have known those two were up to something when her bedroom door creaked open and they padded inside. But she was so tired. Too tired to stop the invasion. But she could try.
She didn't have the energy to open her eyes, but she didn't need to, she could hear their conspiratorial giggles being badly muffled. "No," she incoherently mumbled and pointed to the door with her right hand, her left tucked safely under her.
"Is she not the most beautiful creature when she's asleep?" Ron whispered, rather loudly.
"Gorgeous," Harry replied, not bothering with the whole whispering pretense.
She heard the quiet footsteps resume, and held up one finger, stopping them both in their tracks. "First of all, I'm not asleep anymore…thank you. Secondly, do either of you know what time I got home from work last night?" She opened one eye halfway and, confirming their silent answers, closed it again. "That's right. Because both you mangy gits were asleep at 2:45."
"We tried waiting up."
"Honest."
Hermione held up the same finger. "And what time is it now?"
Ron looked at the alarm clock on Hermione's night table. "8:05," he said guiltily.
Her pointed finger stretched out and directed them back to the door. She tucked her arm back under the covers. Hermione slept, this morning as always, diagonally across the bed, with the covers tucked up under her feet. Maybe if they left, she could grab a few more hours of sleep.
But the boys were up to no good, and she knew it as she felt Ron hop into bed behind her draping one arm down her leg. Hermione sighed and again half-opened one eye, to find Harry still standing. "Well?" He responded by carefully climbing into her bed so that he faced her, his knees close to his chest since there wasn't much legroom.
Ron and Harry's free hands came to rest on the pillow over Hermione's head. Even in her sleep-deprived state, Hermione felt the love the three of them shared well up inside her.
Her reverie didn't last long. "So," Harry started, "what's for breakfast?"
"Bacon, toast, and tea…or did you mean before the meal?" Ron asked slyly.
Hermione let out an exasperated breath. She shrugged away from Ron and put her hand on his chest while moving her feet to Harry's knees. "You two get out…right now!" she exclaimed as she pushed them simultaneously.
They both found the floor with a thud. She sat up, finally opening both eyes, and pushed some stray hair out of her face. "You see this…" she said, pointing with both hands at the bed, "…queen size." Pointing at herself she offered, "queen. Queen size…queen," she offered again, hoping they would get the point. "That means there's only room for one in here and it's me! Now, the both of you, get out!"
"Quite cheeky when she's sleepy, eh?" Ron asked as he looked over the bed at Harry, as if he didn't know the answer.
"She's your wife," Harry offered as the only logical explanation.
"Yours too," Ron fired back, not wanting to take all the blame.
"I think I know a way to get her out of bed," Harry smirked.
"If you touch me…you will regret it," Hermione warned, reaching for her wand. But it was too late. Harry had already begun to tickle her bare mid section. She shrieked with laugher as she doubled over.
"All right, enough," she said as she regained her breath. She got to her feet and headed out of the room, dragging her blanket behind her. "I'm going to our room." The room they shared away from their individual spaces…the room with the much larger bed. Harry and Ron exchanged triumphant smiles. "You two need to go get that breakfast before you join me. I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday. The queen commands breakfast in bed." She smirked over her shoulder as she lazily ambled across the hall.
Their smiles slowly faded. Harry nodded his head, agreeing with Ron's earlier assessment, "cheeky."
When they retuned with breakfast, Hermione was fast asleep in the middle of their bed, on top of all the bed covers, wrapped tightly in her blanket.
"Looks like we took too long," said Harry, carrying the teapot.
"That's because someone couldn't keep his hands to himself," Ron offered.
Harry smiled. "You didn't seem to mind too much." He leaned in to kiss Ron, careful not to disturb the tray in his hands.
"Come on, we better let her sleep," Ron said, backing out of the room. "We can bring the queen lunch in bed."
"Sounds good." Harry followed Ron out, closing the door behind them, nicking a piece of bacon off the tray. "But I'll bet she'll be sorry she missed breakfast," he said, planting another kiss on Ron.
Kisses, kel
Saw The Last Samuri! Oh so good!!! "They're all perfect." Just a beautiful, beautiful movie. If it doesn't get some Oscars, something's wrong.
Anyway, I thought I'd be brave and post some fic. It is, and isn't beta'ed. My great thanks to drunkenfairy at Menage a Trio for betaing. Unfortunatly, when the email came through, part of the email was cut off, and, it just happened to be the part with her beta. Any criticism is welcome. Trio, Rated PG-13 for some snogging and cheekyness. Oh yeah, and there’s an inadvertent wink to
toastandtea.Hermione should have known those two were up to something when her bedroom door creaked open and they padded inside. But she was so tired. Too tired to stop the invasion. But she could try.
She didn't have the energy to open her eyes, but she didn't need to, she could hear their conspiratorial giggles being badly muffled. "No," she incoherently mumbled and pointed to the door with her right hand, her left tucked safely under her.
"Is she not the most beautiful creature when she's asleep?" Ron whispered, rather loudly.
"Gorgeous," Harry replied, not bothering with the whole whispering pretense.
She heard the quiet footsteps resume, and held up one finger, stopping them both in their tracks. "First of all, I'm not asleep anymore…thank you. Secondly, do either of you know what time I got home from work last night?" She opened one eye halfway and, confirming their silent answers, closed it again. "That's right. Because both you mangy gits were asleep at 2:45."
"We tried waiting up."
"Honest."
Hermione held up the same finger. "And what time is it now?"
Ron looked at the alarm clock on Hermione's night table. "8:05," he said guiltily.
Her pointed finger stretched out and directed them back to the door. She tucked her arm back under the covers. Hermione slept, this morning as always, diagonally across the bed, with the covers tucked up under her feet. Maybe if they left, she could grab a few more hours of sleep.
But the boys were up to no good, and she knew it as she felt Ron hop into bed behind her draping one arm down her leg. Hermione sighed and again half-opened one eye, to find Harry still standing. "Well?" He responded by carefully climbing into her bed so that he faced her, his knees close to his chest since there wasn't much legroom.
Ron and Harry's free hands came to rest on the pillow over Hermione's head. Even in her sleep-deprived state, Hermione felt the love the three of them shared well up inside her.
Her reverie didn't last long. "So," Harry started, "what's for breakfast?"
"Bacon, toast, and tea…or did you mean before the meal?" Ron asked slyly.
Hermione let out an exasperated breath. She shrugged away from Ron and put her hand on his chest while moving her feet to Harry's knees. "You two get out…right now!" she exclaimed as she pushed them simultaneously.
They both found the floor with a thud. She sat up, finally opening both eyes, and pushed some stray hair out of her face. "You see this…" she said, pointing with both hands at the bed, "…queen size." Pointing at herself she offered, "queen. Queen size…queen," she offered again, hoping they would get the point. "That means there's only room for one in here and it's me! Now, the both of you, get out!"
"Quite cheeky when she's sleepy, eh?" Ron asked as he looked over the bed at Harry, as if he didn't know the answer.
"She's your wife," Harry offered as the only logical explanation.
"Yours too," Ron fired back, not wanting to take all the blame.
"I think I know a way to get her out of bed," Harry smirked.
"If you touch me…you will regret it," Hermione warned, reaching for her wand. But it was too late. Harry had already begun to tickle her bare mid section. She shrieked with laugher as she doubled over.
"All right, enough," she said as she regained her breath. She got to her feet and headed out of the room, dragging her blanket behind her. "I'm going to our room." The room they shared away from their individual spaces…the room with the much larger bed. Harry and Ron exchanged triumphant smiles. "You two need to go get that breakfast before you join me. I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday. The queen commands breakfast in bed." She smirked over her shoulder as she lazily ambled across the hall.
Their smiles slowly faded. Harry nodded his head, agreeing with Ron's earlier assessment, "cheeky."
When they retuned with breakfast, Hermione was fast asleep in the middle of their bed, on top of all the bed covers, wrapped tightly in her blanket.
"Looks like we took too long," said Harry, carrying the teapot.
"That's because someone couldn't keep his hands to himself," Ron offered.
Harry smiled. "You didn't seem to mind too much." He leaned in to kiss Ron, careful not to disturb the tray in his hands.
"Come on, we better let her sleep," Ron said, backing out of the room. "We can bring the queen lunch in bed."
"Sounds good." Harry followed Ron out, closing the door behind them, nicking a piece of bacon off the tray. "But I'll bet she'll be sorry she missed breakfast," he said, planting another kiss on Ron.
Kisses, kel
