Drabble: Being Studious
Title: Being Studious
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alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter.
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Warning(s): None.
Challenge: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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mixandmatch100's prompt# 34: Studious.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Being Studious
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“I’m off to the library,” said Ron.
Both Harry and Hermione looked shocked. Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Since when have you been studious?”
“Since I decided to become a Healer,” Ron shot back. “I need better grades.”
Harry nodded. “Good luck, mate.”
“Thanks.” Ron started for the door. “I’ll need it.”
Getting into the Restricted Section took ages. Huffing, Ron hissed, “Pansy?” as he prowled the stacks.
“Here.”
Rounding the corner, Ron froze. She was up on a table, legs spread obscenely, her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt. Ron exhaled shakily.
Pansy smirked. “Ready to study anatomy?”
“Absolutely!”
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Author:
alisannePairing/Characters: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter.
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Warning(s): None.
Challenge: Written for
mixandmatch100/mixandmatch100's prompt# 34: Studious. Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Being Studious
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“I’m off to the library,” said Ron.
Both Harry and Hermione looked shocked. Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Since when have you been studious?”
“Since I decided to become a Healer,” Ron shot back. “I need better grades.”
Harry nodded. “Good luck, mate.”
“Thanks.” Ron started for the door. “I’ll need it.”
Getting into the Restricted Section took ages. Huffing, Ron hissed, “Pansy?” as he prowled the stacks.
“Here.”
Rounding the corner, Ron froze. She was up on a table, legs spread obscenely, her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt. Ron exhaled shakily.
Pansy smirked. “Ready to study anatomy?”
“Absolutely!”
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