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rumpelsnorcack) wrote2010-12-22 05:02 pm
Twelve Days ficlets, day ten
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 300
A/N: Yeah, fish heads. *shudder* The illustration is about as unpleasant as you can imagine given the subject matter so I literally wrote about fish heads.
'Shhhh, Harry; you'll ruin it!' Ginny had some extendable ears pressed to her own ear. Behind her, Harry was trying not to snigger as he listened through a second pair. Soon they heard what they had been waiting for: a muffled shriek, a curse and the sound of two pairs of feet scattering away from the bed. Ginny's face was a mottled purple colour from trying to keep in her laughter. Harry couldn't quite keep his composure, letting out a loud snort which he quickly tried to cover up.
He wasn't fast enough. The sound of feet crossing the floor and a door opening made both of them pull the ears out and stuff them in their pockets. By the time Ginny's door had flown open, Harry had his hand on her waist and his lips on hers. She pulled away and looked up as if startled to see George in her doorway looking dishevelled and annoyed, with Angelina behind him.
'What do you want?' Ginny asked with as much mock outrage as she could muster. 'Can't you see we're busy here?'
'There are fish heads in my bed,' George said, eying them carefully for any signs of weakness. 'Slimy fish heads.' Harry looked as innocent as he could, but George's gaze was disconcertingly direct. He blushed a little. He sighed in relief as George moved his attention to Ginny as he said, 'they were enchanted – they sang to us when we touched them.'
'Maybe they're really happy to see you together.' Ginny finally let out her laughter.
George gave her one withering look, before grinning. 'I'll get you for this; Christmas is coming – lots of opportunity there,' he said.
'I look forward to it,' said Ginny. She hugged George to her. 'It'll be good to have your pranks back.'
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