Drabble: Excused
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alisanneTitle: Excused
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alisanne
Prompt: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
harryron100's prompt: Scratch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Humor/None
A/N: Boys can be filthy.
Beta:sevfan
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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Excused
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“Must you do that?” Hermione asked irritably.
“What?” Ron looked up, puzzled.
“Scratch,” she said. “It’s a filthy habit.”
“But I’ve an itch,” Ron said.
“It’s not polite to scratch in public,” Hermione insisted. “You should excuse yourself and go the toilet or something.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “People scratch in public all the time.”
“Since it bothers Hermione,” Harry interjected, “maybe you should leave.”
“Thank you, Harry.” Hermione smiled, vindicated, but when both Harry and Ron rose together, she frowned. “Where are you going?”
Harry grinned. “To help Ron scratch his itch,” he said. “Then he’ll help scratch mine.”
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Author:
alisannePrompt: Written for
harryron100's prompt: ScratchRating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Humor/None
A/N: Boys can be filthy.
Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: 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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Excused
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“Must you do that?” Hermione asked irritably.
“What?” Ron looked up, puzzled.
“Scratch,” she said. “It’s a filthy habit.”
“But I’ve an itch,” Ron said.
“It’s not polite to scratch in public,” Hermione insisted. “You should excuse yourself and go the toilet or something.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “People scratch in public all the time.”
“Since it bothers Hermione,” Harry interjected, “maybe you should leave.”
“Thank you, Harry.” Hermione smiled, vindicated, but when both Harry and Ron rose together, she frowned. “Where are you going?”
Harry grinned. “To help Ron scratch his itch,” he said. “Then he’ll help scratch mine.”
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