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[feorge]

Harry Potter and the Inevitable Future

Always a specky little prat, a rare and fortuitous day had Harry Potter manning up and pulling the twig out of his arse to tie the knot with one Ginevra Weasley. It was horribly awkward, and the two of them popped out thirty-seven nippers and lived happily ever after.

The End.

Blimey. Whoever wrote this's a real tosspot.

[ooc; Y E P. He is not cursed. :D Also: I am still technically on hiatus but I'm trying to make AC for this month anyway so I will reply to these tags, but expect them to be a little slow. Sorry!]

Comments

[boutant]

It wasn't me. [ She sounds absolutely miserable as she continues. ] Mine was longer.

[feorge]

Don't suppose it was better written as well? I'd love to have a look at it.

[boutant]

You'd think that, but you would be wrong. Harry is going to murder me if I show anyone -- he might murder me for writing it in the first place.

[feorge]

Who, Potter? Completely harmless, couldn't hurt a Horklump. C'mon, let's have it.

[boutant]

What's a Horklump? [ It sounds disgusting. ]

Fred. There is porn in it.

1/2

[feorge]

[They are.]

No bloody way. You've written porn of Harry?

[feorge]

[And then a thought!]

It hasn't got my sister in it, has it?

[boutant]

[ Ariadne is going to continue to sound absolutely miserable here. ] I couldn't help it.

Yes. They're my OTP, or so this curse has decided.

[feorge]

[omg hdu. At least you have him sufficiently distracted at the mo'.]

Oh-tee-what, now?

[boutant]

[ She really couldn't help it. :C ]

OTP. One True Pairing.

[feorge]

[(nottalking)]

And that - one true whatever - that means you've got to write my sister having a tumble with Harry?

[boutant]

[ :C ]

Basically.

It didn't start out that way...

[feorge]

Oh, 'course not. Can't have a porno just jumping into the thick of things. It's all about quality.

[boutant]

[ Why is she having this conversation. ] It was just supposed to be fluffy and cute, and then... porn.

[feorge]

[Because they are not allowed to have nice things.]

Suppose that's how it always happens, yeah?

[Y'know, date and flirting and bam, sex. On a more serious note:]

You'll show this no one, got it? In fact, delete it once the curse's over and one with.

[boutant]

[ Oh right. ]

Not always.

[ Er. ]

I'll try not to. I told Harry that I won't publish it, but I have housemates with no sense of privacy.

[feorge]

Ah, lovely thing, that.

[Y E P Considering how they met...]

At any rate, I trust you'll do your utmost. We've got spell a bit less pleasant than Canary Creams.

[boutant]

[ Awkward. ]

Apparently he's going to come over and set it on fire--

[ Wait a minute. ]

Was that a threat?

[feorge]

'course not! I could hardly threaten someone as spectacular as yourself. Think of it as more of a firm sort of urging.

[boutant]

Please remember that I am at a good height to permanently damage your testicles and have experience with power tools.

i hate repeating icons but none of the others are as appropriate... :c

[feorge]

[....Why is his immediate instinct to ask what power tools are? She's threatened his bollocks.]

Bloody Hell, love. Is everyone this violent where you come from?

/patpat

[boutant]

No. I'm just a very short girl going to school in a city with a lot of perverts, studying a field that is typically dominated by men. I don't let people push me around.

/clings

[feorge]

Cheers to that.

[Remind Fred to give George another high five later...]

But this changes nothing. I'm placing my trust in you, Ariadne.

/scritches

[boutant]

Harry and your brother are coming over to burn it, apparently.

Well, Harry's coming over to burn it. I think your brother is just going to look for anything else I wrote and embarrass me to death.

/nuzzles

[feorge]

Is he, now?

[Georgie, you twat. He fancies you a lot more than Fred had realised, it seems.]

Blimey. Might be best to start hiding things now while you've the upper hand.