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IT'S ALL ABOUT SEX (R) BY IAMSHADOW - The Thing You'll Miss The Most
More than friends, closer than brothers....
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IT'S ALL ABOUT SEX (R) BY IAMSHADOW
Title: It's All About Sex
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Hermione, Ron/Harry
Word Count:
Rating: R
Warnings: AU. Angst. Violence. Het. Hurt/comfort. Manipulative passive/aggressive!Hermione.
Summary: Ron has a philosophy on life, love and relationships. And if it's been influenced at all by Hermione and swarms of conjured, attacking creatures, well, that's just the way it is.
A/N: Written for The Birds and the Bees Challenge on TQP. Go and vote!

Big fans of Hermione possibly won't like this one. Please, don't hurt me.



Apparently, when girls think of love - wishy-washy, romantic type love - they think of a lot of different things. Walks in the park, holding hands, chocolates, flowers, down-on-one-knee proposals – the whole deal. I talked to Ginny once to try and get my head around it, and I couldn’t. It’s like when a guy smiles at a girl across a room, within the time it takes her to smile back, she’s worked out where they’d honeymoon, how many children they’d have together, and so on. As quick it takes to smile, and she’s got him chained to her with a couple of sprogs.

It scared the living shit out of me when she explained that. She wouldn’t believe me when I said the most a guy wondered about when they looked at a girl was how good she’d be in bed.

Maybe guys are just more honest about it. Because, really, doesn’t it all boil down to that? To sex, that is. Or, as some romantic saps would call it, ‘the birds and the bees’.

I hate that phrase. It’s sickly sweet, airy-fairy, and the only people that actually seem to use it with any degree of sincerity are old people and song writers.

I mean, think of birds and bees. Tweet tweet, buzz buzz. Flowers and sunshine.

Now, think of fucking. Sweaty, up against a wall, clothes only half-off because you were too desperate to wait, fucking. There’s no comparison at all. Stupid bloody metaphor.

Of course, it doesn’t help that my early experiences with sex are inextricably linked in my mind with birds and bees, albeit rather unpleasantly, so maybe I’m biased.

The birds came first. Sixteen, newly crowned Quidditch star, and all. Fawned upon by Lavender, who was as thick as a plank, but had very nice tits and had just suggested we go someplace a bit more private. Brilliant.

And of all the rooms, hidden nooks and passageways I could have chosen, I had to go and pick the one already occupied by my best friend, Harry, and my then ex-friend.

Hermione.

To put it mildly, I wasn’t too happy to see her, right when I was planning on getting to know Lavender a bit better. And apparently, Hermione wasn’t too impressed either, because she set these bloody yellow birds on me, even though she had been the one who’d basically told me to my face not long beforehand that I was so crap at Quidditch there wasn’t a chance I could actually save a goal without Felix Felicis.

Fortunately, Lavender felt so sorry for me after I was attacked by (in her words) ‘that crazy bitch’ that she gave me a rather inexpert but nonetheless pleasant blowjob in an abandoned passageway on the way back from the Hospital Wing, much to the shock of the portraits. If she’d asked me earlier I would have been way too nervous, but right then I was pumped so full of anger and indignation that I said just yes and leant back against a dusty tapestry while she licked and sucked me to the first orgasm of my life that wasn’t the end result of a wank.

The bees came later. Years later, in fact.

We’d decided after school to get a place in London together. Harry, Hermione and me. We found this poky little flat near Diagon Alley and moved ourselves in. It was all very exciting. Hermione had the smallest bedroom to herself; being a girl and all. Harry and I shared the larger one. There was just enough room to walk between the beds and not quite enough room to open the drawers fully on the bureau. The pipes creaked, the bathroom was mildewed and there were creepy crawlies of both the Magical and non-magical varieties, but it was Freedom. It was Independence. It was a mucky, filthy hole, but it was our mucky, filthy hole.

By that time, Hermione had learned not to talk of my Quidditch skills (or lack thereof) and we’d ended up in what Ginny referred to as a ‘friends with benefits’ situation. Most of the time, we’d be our usual selves, and then one or two times a month, sometimes more, she’d lead me into her tiny little bedroom with more floor space taken up by stacks of books than furniture and want me to fuck her, right now.

Now, don’t get me wrong, we weren’t a ‘couple’. It wasn’t a relationship or anything. Hermione was very publically outspoken on her views on that subject. She wanted a career before she settled down with anyone. Doing anything but casual fucking got in the way of that, apparently.

Anyway, it was all good for a while, and then it really started to feel…one sided. A couple of times I’d gone to her, a bit stressed and in need of a good shag to take my mind off things, and she’d always have some excuse. Very tired or got this report I have to finish or meeting so and so in half an hour at the Leaky. I’d end up wanking, as per usual, or going out and drinking one beer after the other, wondering how I could feel so damn lonely living so tightly packed in with my two best friends. Harry was hardly home, and when he was home, he was sleeping. Auror training was hard work, apparently.

Then there came the day when Hermione told us she’d decided to move out. She’d found a nice little apartment in a much more up-market area, and she had already signed the lease. Harry congratulated her. I gave her a watery smile and left the room.

“You can visit whenever you like,” I heard her say from the doorway behind me as I lay face down on my bed.

What she meant was, you can still come over and fuck me whenever I want you to.

I heard the door lock, the soft sound of fabric falling to the floor. Then she was pressed up against me, and I didn’t push her away, because this was easier, even though it cut me inside like knives when she clenched around me, and I came.

The twins helped us when she moved, and at the end of the day when we were all hot, dusty and exhausted, they popped out and came back with curries, Muggle beer and a bottle of Firewhiskey.

The food was ravenously consumed, the beer drunk, and the mood was convivial when George opened the Firewhiskey and Fred proposed a game.

“Truth or Dare.”

“Booooring,” Harry sighed. “People just lie through that bloody game anyway.”

“They can try,” George said with a smirk, pulling out a tiny bottle of clear liquid.

“No fucking way,” I said.

“Limited timespan,” Fred assured him. “It’s diluted. Only works for thirty seconds after taken.”

“Don’t trust you.”

“Fine, we’ll go first,” George said, rolling his eyes.

“But if we do, you have to play,” Fred added. “Are you all in?”

Harry nodded. Hermione agreed rather cheerfully. She’d drunk her beer rather quickly, and her cheeks and neck were flushed and her eyes were shining, like they did just when she was about to…

“Ronnie, are you in or not?” Fred asked, rather impatiently.

“Fine,” I said, trying to clear my head of the image of Hermione bouncing on top of me as I watched George empty the little bottle into the Firewhiskey and shake it to mix it. Then, the game began.

It soon became obvious that no one was interested in Dares, and the questions for Truths became smuttier the drunker we all became. It quickly emerged that Fred and George had had a threesome with Angelina, not once, but several times. Harry had a rather elaborate fantasy when he was fifteen that involved saving Tonks from a Death Eater and ‘comforting’ her afterwards, and Hermione confessed to something we had all suspected; she’d wanked in a study carrel in the library regularly during the last few years of Hogwarts.

“Only place to get a bit of bloody privacy,” she admitted, right before the serum wore off.

“So, Ronnie, my turn to ask you a question,” Fred said enthusiastically. I groaned, while the others all giggled. Fred had been asking the dirtiest and most embarrassing questions he could think of. “Drink up then,” he urged.

I took a large mouthful of the spiked alcohol and swallowed. Fred waited for a beat then asked, “Who or what do you think about when you’re having sex, right before you come?”

Hermione smirked, Harry sniggered, and George snorted. Inwardly, I felt quite calm. I didn’t really think of anything right then, I was sure of it, and I opened my mouth to say as much.

“Quidditch players,” I heard someone say in my voice.

The room erupted into laughter.

“Well, you’ve got to admit, that new Chaser for the Harpies is something,” George said to Fred.

“None of the Harpies,” I heard myself continue.

“Who then, Ronnie?” Fred sniggered.

“Used to be Viktor Krum. Now I like Oliver Wood. His thighs are incredible,” I felt myself heaving a sigh. “I just wish he’d wrap them around me and-”

The Veritaserum wore off abruptly, and I sat there opening and closing my mouth like a fish, aware, even through my stunned state, that I had an erection. The twins were looking down at their hands, actually appearing a bit ashamed of themselves. Fred mumbled something that may have been the word ‘sorry’. Harry just sat gaping at me and Hermione…Hermione looked about the angriest I’d ever seen her.

“You liar,” she hissed.

“He can’t lie, Hermione,” George reminded her softly. “The truth serum.”

“You said I was beautiful, but all this time you’ve been using me! Using me to hide your big secret!” she declared somewhat hysterically, her hands flailing wildly. I noted absently, from somewhere in my haze of drunkenness, shock and embarrassment overlaid with a healthy dose of yet more shock, that one of them held her wand. “Canistrum! Effervo!” she shrieked.

There was a loud humming and then fire, fire on my face and my hands and my arms and my feet. I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t hear anything but the buzzing that was louder than ever. I screamed, and the inside of my mouth began to burn.

Distantly I heard the sounds of a commotion.

Stupefy!

Gelidus!

A chill swept over me, as though someone had opened the door to a fridgelator.

“- that crazy bitch…won’t get her drunk again-”

“-Shit…he’s swelling up already-”

“Merlin, they’re in his ears-”

“Ron, say something, talk to me!” Harry begged.

My tongue was huge, my mouth seemed to be full of grit, and everything hurt. An attempt at a reply came out as a faint croaking sound. I tried to spit the stuff out, but my unwieldy tongue and puffy lips refused to co-operate. Somebody’s finger pushed its way inside my mouth and cleared the worst of the muck. “Burns,” I croaked.

“Not surprised, mate,” George said softly. “Your woman just set a couple of hundred bees on you.”

“No’ my wom’n,” I mumbled.

“Don’t blame you, after that,” I heard Fred agree earnestly. I could feel several sets of hands brushing me down, opening my shirt, picking through my hair.

“Nev’r my wom’n,” I insisted. “I ask’d. She di’n wanna. ‘m gonna be sick,” I added, rolling onto my side and vomiting on Hermione’s nice new carpet.

So, that was the bees.

When I started throwing up, the twins and Harry whisked me off to St Mungo’s, where I spent several unpleasant hours being painted from head to toe in green goop and fed spoonfuls of some potion that tasted like bog water.

When I got home the next day, a letter from Hermione was waiting for me. In it, she claimed to remember nothing from the night before, and went on to say how annoyed she was with the mess we had left behind, which included the puddles of sick.

“You really shouldn’t drink at all if you can’t control yourself,” she wrote.

She then mentioned that she’d met someone fascinating at work. In fact, she’d been going on dates with him for a few months now, and she’d asked him to move in.

Around about then, I balled up the letter and threw it away, aiming for the bin and missing. A slender hand plucked it from the floor and smoothed it. I watched Harry’s face as he skimmed the contents.

“I’m so sorry, mate,” he murmured, letting the parchment drop from his fingers.

I just shrugged, and gave a little laugh that came out sounding more like a sob.

He stepped forward and hugged me, and I let myself be hugged. I let him wrap his arms tight around me while I sniffled and cried into his shoulder, and only minutes later I let him unbutton my shirt while I kissed him desperately.

It wasn’t long before I felt my back hit the wall, and looked down, dumbfounded, at my cock disappearing inch by inch between those beautiful lips.

It was good…so, so good.

All those years I’d spent idly wondering why Harry didn’t seem to date, why things never worked out with Ginny, suddenly made sense as he hummed and licked and teased my cock expertly, those lovely fingers of his cupping my balls.

He stopped just when I was getting close, laid a trail of kisses down my prick from base to head, then smiled at me and walked towards our bedroom. I understood that he was giving me a breather, and a chance to decide what I wanted.

Though there was a sense of déjà vu, I knew this was different, somehow. It wasn’t like it had been with Lavender; fooling around to get back at Ginny and Hermione. Unlike Lavender, Harry was someone I liked, someone I cared about, someone who wasn’t going to smother me in tacky jewellery. And unlike Hermione, I felt like I had a choice. I knew that if I wanted, I could nip into the bathroom and have a quick wank, then stick on the Wireless. He’d wait for me, maybe have a wank himself, then come out and join me. We’d drink a couple of Butterbeers, talk about Quidditch, and we’d be okay to go on as we had been, before.

But being honest with myself and my very insistent cock, going back to the way things had been wasn’t what I wanted.

I chose to follow.

Harry and I ended up moving not long afterwards. We’d done the city experience, and my country boy soul was calling for green spaces and fresh air, so we found ourselves a little house in Derbyshire. Floo and Apparition meant the distance wasn’t a problem where work was concerned, and for the first time since school Harry and I began flying regularly again, just for the fun of it. We got a couple of dogs and gave them ridiculously long, slightly obscene names which quickly got shortened for convenience and the sake of propriety when my parents came to visit.

Hermione’s fascinating colleague knocked her up and promptly left her. She sulkily admitted in a letter that she wasn’t sure if the kid was mine or his. That began an interesting nine months, though I was certain I’d never forgotten the Protective Charm. As soon as each of the Weasley kids got our wands that was the first spell Mum ever taught us. If you ever get somebody into trouble, she’d told us when we mastered it, I’ll know why. The threat of Mum’s displeasure had been enough to drum the lesson of safe sex firmly into our skulls.

When Alexander was born with olive skin, curly brown hair and hazel eyes, I felt vindicated, though I thought Hermione seemed mildly annoyed about it.

As I said before, I think it’s all about sex. I’m not saying I don’t love Harry, because I do. I love him in a fierce, protective, all consuming and manly way that has nothing to do with flowers. (Although chocolate certainly plays a role from time to time.) But I loved him anyway, years before Hermione set a swarm of angry bees on me and I followed him into our room for him to lick and suck me all over, and listen to him moan as I clumsily tried to return the favour. What changed our relationship was the addition of sex; mind blowing, knee trembling, fantastic sex.

Sex is the pivotal thing that brings people closer together, for better or for worse. Not love, because love’s always there, like air, like the ground beneath your feet. Sex is like the summer storm that sweeps in and changes everything. ‘The birds and the bees’ (quite literally in my case) is what makes the world go round.

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Author's Afterword

For those who are curious:

# canistrum : bee-hive.
# effervo : to boil up, swarm out (like bees).
# gelidus : cold, frosty, icy, freezing.

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thenarnianqueen From: thenarnianqueen Date: March 16th, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow, that was really good! =D
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 16th, 2008 09:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you!
oncelikeshari From: oncelikeshari Date: March 16th, 2008 09:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
The wrath of Hermione is a terrifying thing!

At least she didn't attack him with crabs *lol*
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 16th, 2008 09:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
No, you're the one who gives Ron parasites!

I just cover him in angry bees...
cineophilia From: cineophilia Date: March 16th, 2008 09:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have to agree, that was very good. You really like writing in Ron's POV don't you? And though I love Hermione, her bitchiness brought our boys together!
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 16th, 2008 10:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
I find writing both Ron and Remus a lot easier than some other canon characters. Their actions and dialogue flow a lot easier, so it makes it much simpler to write from their point of view. I also find Harry easier than most others.
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shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 16th, 2008 10:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm going to pinch a paragraph from a reply I left someone on TQP, if that's alright, because it sums up pretty concisely what I feel about the dynamic in this story:

I really had to make her very self-centred, because I couldn't imagine her doing something so vicious as setting bees on Ron unless she was that way. It's the first time I've ever written her behaving badly without redeeming her. In a lot of ways, this was about showing how unbalanced things could end up if Hermione wouldn't give a little of her control up and if Ron let his self esteem issues dominate his behaviour. Both of them are at their worst, but we feel sorry for Ron because he's the perceived victim.

I'm glad you like the story despite the unkind portrayal. I just knew when I saw the prompt 'the birds and the bees' exactly what this story was going to be.
mcmuffins_js From: mcmuffins_js Date: March 17th, 2008 12:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, BOYS!!!! This is great - I love Ron not knowing the truth until he says it! And it just being so perfect and right with Harry, them understanding each other and all :) And I'm a Hermione fan, but, meh, do what you want with her, right?
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 17th, 2008 10:00 am (UTC) (Link)
It's really the difference between a relationship where the balance of power is equal, and one where it's grossly weighted in favour of one partner.

I'm glad so many of the Hermione fans are reading and appreciating this story! Now, I don't hate Hermione, by any means. She's not my favourite character to write, but I've always written her symapathetically in the past. This was the first time I hadn't redeemed her, and I really did wonder if people would appreciate what I'd tried to achieve.

People change, and not always for the better. I can think of a couple of people who were my friends in high school whom I haven't spoken to in close to a decade, and now, they're almost unrecognisable as the people I knew back then. One girl in particular has lost most of the characteristics I liked about her, and expanded on her worst qualities, due in part to her long term partner/fiancee. She's let him build her body image issues to a new height of paranoia, and rejected her old friends because they don't fit in with the image he wants them to fit as a couple. Fitting in and self esteem were always problems for her, but they came second to her vivaciousness and assertiveness back when I knew her. Now, any communication I recieve from her comes across as angry, bitter and defensive. When another friend of ours expressed concern that she was heavily dieting and exercising despite being underweight, she viciously verbally attacked her.

So with Hermione and Ron, I took characteristics they both already had at Hogwarts, and amplified them. Hermione's need for control and difficulties with empathy were heightened, as were Ron's lack of self esteem and sense of inferiority. Put both in a small living space, stir, and watch the inevitable disaster.

And though Harry didn't come into this very much, I tried to show that he was gay and fancied Ron, but couldn't stand to be around Ron and Hermione like that. He couldn't get involved, because it was their mess to sort out and he didn't feel he could be impartial, but likewise, he couldn't just watch it. So he worked double triple overtime, and when he didn't want to go home, he'd go to some club or bar and find some anonymous stranger to be close to, for a while. That's why once they get together, Harry's suddenly at home a lot more often than he had been.
slantedknitting From: slantedknitting Date: March 17th, 2008 01:51 am (UTC) (Link)
This was beautiful.
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 17th, 2008 10:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it.
hedwigs_bane From: hedwigs_bane Date: March 17th, 2008 03:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh yes, much better and much more the way it's meant to be!

Very well written and engaging as well!
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 17th, 2008 10:09 am (UTC) (Link)
I thought Evil Bitch!Hermione would be more to your tastes!

I'm glad you enjoyed it! It's certainly one of my works that I felt captured the essence of what I was trying to achieve.
redsnake05 From: redsnake05 Date: March 17th, 2008 03:40 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, Ron, it is, totally and completely. *nods understandingly*
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 17th, 2008 10:10 am (UTC) (Link)
He's had a baptism of bees fire, but now he's worked things out and found someone who respects him, he's going to be just fine.
innibis From: innibis Date: March 17th, 2008 03:42 am (UTC) (Link)
I really liked that. What makes this pairing my favorite is that that Harry and Ron are always and forever best friends first. You captured that beautifully in the fact that Ron knew that following Harry into the bedroom was his choice and it wasn't an ultimatum on their relationship. Because, as you said, their love (and love in general) simply is and sex changes the picture.

And I don't have a problem with your Hermione. I like Hermione. But Fic is a fun way to explore the alternatives, and it's a possibility that Hermione ends up this way. She isn't out of character so much as sent down a different path.
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 17th, 2008 10:20 am (UTC) (Link)
Absolutely. The relationship between Harry and Ron has always been more balanced and forgiving, whereas Hermione and Ron's relationship has been fraught with arguments, misunderstandings and disrespect from the day they met. They went through large portions of time during their school years barely speaking, or speaking only through Harry. There was always love between Harry and Ron. That's canon. Ron is Harry's stolen treasure in the fourth book, and Harry accepts Ron back in Deathly Hallows without judgement. They have fought, but when they make up, it's without conditions. That's a true and pure love, right there. Sex is just another dimension, and Ron knows without even asking that he can take it or leave it, and either way it's not going to change that bond.

I'm glad you could see that she wasn't grossly OOC! She is different, but I hope people reading this can recognise what I tried to achieve; that she's just gone a different direction with the attributes she already had. A lot of people do that, once they leave puberty.
ms_worplesdon From: ms_worplesdon Date: March 17th, 2008 02:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
This was wonderful! I love the way Harry is forward and relaxed about it. He knows his Ron. And what a cruel Hermione! I'm not a Hermione basher, myself, but I must say that when you make her an idiot you do it with style. :D

shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 17th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, Harry knows that he's not moving in on Ron's thing with Hermione now. He also knows that Ron needs someone to console him. Sex has been such a onesided thing for Ron for a long time, and doing it with someone who's interested in his needs is a very freeing thing. Even if it had only been a one off experience, it would have been good for both of them and it wouldn't have screwed up their friendship.

LOL! Well, it's not enough for me to just make her some random bitch. I have to make her insidiously bitchy.
roelliej From: roelliej Date: March 17th, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
One of your best ones so far!
Brilliant! :D
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 18th, 2008 05:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much!
aniwde From: aniwde Date: March 18th, 2008 06:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Loved it! Your Ron voice was incredible - absolutely spot on. And I liked your characterisation of Hermione in this, because I could actually see her behaving that way, you know? Using Ron as a bit of stress relief, and feeling that she can just keep him stashed away for a rainy day.

Loved the bit about Molly teaching Ron and his brothers the protective charm and threatening them about its use! I've done much the same with condoms and my kids...

Thoroughly enjoyed this :)
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 18th, 2008 06:32 am (UTC) (Link)
I love writers like shocolate that write so easily and naturally in first person Ron. This and my Longing 'verse fic have partially been experiments to find that 'Ron voice' myself. I'm glad you thought it was successful!

And I'm so glad you liked my Hermione. I made her a self-centred bitch, but I really tried to make her believeably self-centred. So, she keeps Ron around and feels justified using him, because he doesn't fight it. He keeps giving in, because he wants something more, and hopes that being available will mean she'll notice him. Of course, all that does is make him feel bad and encourage her to continue treating him badly.

And then, when her exciting lover ditches her with a baby on the way, she tries to insinuate her way back into Ron's life, using the child as leverage, because she knows that Ron's an honourable sort of bloke, and would take care of her if it was his baby. I think she was hoping the kid would look a lot like her, so that paternity wasn't clear one way or the other.

And yay for safe sex parents everywhere! Molly and Arthur got married young and had a lot of kids. They're not discouraging their kids from doing the same, but they don't want them being forced into parenthood too young with someone they're not in love with because they've been careless. Ginny got the talk too, though that probably wasn't as clear with the way I phrased it. I'd imagine hers went something along the lines of, "You can't trust men to do anything right, especially at a moment like that. Do the charm yourself, because you're the one that's going to have to give birth, if he doesn't do it properly." followed by the 'something the size of a watermelon through a hole the size of a lemon' description.
massielita From: massielita Date: March 25th, 2008 01:43 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't even know how I missed this except that it's been crazy days for me lately ... Anywhoo, wonderful as always. I love your Ron and I loved that Harry gave him a choice. Harry knowing his Ron? Canon.
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 25th, 2008 08:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Harry knows that true choice is something Ron's been lacking lately. He also knows that if the sex actually goes anywhere, he wants Ron to feel he's an equal partner in their relationship. If Ron isn't the one making the decision and is just going along with it, then in a way, Harry's being almost as bad as Hermione, even if his intentions are good ones.
From: layabonifacio Date: March 25th, 2008 02:52 am (UTC) (Link)
I like it very much. I don't like Hermione much in this though. She hurts Ron badly. How would she feel if a swarm of bees are directed at her? Oh, wait. You were the one who hurt Ron. You and Rowling!

*grins*

Sex is the pivotal thing that brings people closer together, for better or for worse. Not love, because love’s always there, like air, like the ground beneath your feet. Sex is like the summer storm that sweeps in and changes everything. ‘The birds and the bees’ (quite literally in my case) is what makes the world go round.

Well-said :)

I like this very, very much :)
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: March 25th, 2008 08:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
*points at JKR* She did it first! Blame her!

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
star54kar From: star54kar Date: January 20th, 2009 08:16 am (UTC) (Link)
How on earth did I miss this???

I mean I know that I missed it, because I'm just reading it for the first time now, but I digress...

The birds and the bees- LITERALLY!

*forgives Hermione for being an arse because Ron has his Harry now and all is well*

*uses porny icon because as Ron pointed out, it's all about the sex*

Your brilliance never ceases to astonish me.
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