Drabble: Framed
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alisanneTitle: Framed
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Prompt: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
harryron100's prompt: Wind
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Humor/Kinda disgusting?
A/N: Harry has a plan.
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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Framed
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Hermione’s head snapped up. “Ronald! Ewww!”
Ron jumped. “What?”
“You just passed wind!” she hissed.
Ron went bright red. “I...”
Gathering her books, Hermione got to her feet. “You are disgusting,” she declared before stalking away.
A soft snigger made Ron’s eyes narrow. “Who’s there?” he asked. When Harry’s head appeared, he rolled his eyes. “What did you do?”
“Localized Dungbomb,” Harry chortled.
Ron sighed. “Why?”
Harry grinned and walked over, draping the Cloak over both of them. “Because I thought you’d rather be alone with me than study.”
“Yeah, okay.” Ron smiled. “Only no more Dungbombs, all right?”
“Deal.”
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Author:
alisannePrompt: Written for
harryron100's prompt: WindRating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Humor/Kinda disgusting?
A/N: Harry has a plan.
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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Framed
~
Hermione’s head snapped up. “Ronald! Ewww!”
Ron jumped. “What?”
“You just passed wind!” she hissed.
Ron went bright red. “I...”
Gathering her books, Hermione got to her feet. “You are disgusting,” she declared before stalking away.
A soft snigger made Ron’s eyes narrow. “Who’s there?” he asked. When Harry’s head appeared, he rolled his eyes. “What did you do?”
“Localized Dungbomb,” Harry chortled.
Ron sighed. “Why?”
Harry grinned and walked over, draping the Cloak over both of them. “Because I thought you’d rather be alone with me than study.”
“Yeah, okay.” Ron smiled. “Only no more Dungbombs, all right?”
“Deal.”
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