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Title: No Welshing
Author: Maple
Pairing: Hermione, Ron/Harry
Word Count: 494
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied slash, unbetaed
A/N: Written for

solstice_muse’s Soltice Challenge in

ronsexuals.

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Hermione stepped out of the Floo into Ron’s flat, tucked a hank of bushy hair behind her ear, slapped the dust off her robes and looked up into Ron’s startled face.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.

“Bloody hell, Hermione, don’t you ever Owl.”

Ron was standing in the kitchen, shirtless, leaning his hands on the counter in front of him that separated the kitchen from the tiny lounge that she entered.

“Now why would I owl? It’s Thursday,” Hermione said, sounding a little miffed.

“And owls don’t fly on Thursdays now, do they?” Ron barked.

“Ron! We planned to go out for vegetable curry today.”

“We did? Oh … right.” Ron shifted slightly, looking down and then about the room before meeting Hermione’s eyes again. “Well, see, something came up that I wasn’t expecting.”

“Is that so? And that was what, exactly?”

“The erm, the summer solstice,” he answered lamely.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

“Oh, I see,” she began sarcastically, feeling quite hurt that Ron would come up with something so ridiculous just to get out of spending an evening with her. “Well the summer solstice occurs every year, you know? It doesn’t exactly pop up unexpectedly! And what on earth has that got to do with our plans?”

“No! I know!” he urged, trying to calm her before she started barging around the room. “See, I lost a bet to Harry a while back.”

“Hmph!” Hermione crossed her arms in a huff. “Which was?”

“Well.” Ron looked down, scratched the back of his neck and then his belly, looking more and more subconscious. “I bet that I couldn’t fit my – well, that’s not really the point. But I lost, and Harry called in his wager this morning. I can’t welsh out on a bet!”

“Don’t say ’Welsh’ that way, it’s rude. And what did Harry call you on that just had to occur today?”

“Uhm,” Ron stammered, flushing brilliantly. “The bet was, was that if I lost, we would shag all day long. And he’s apparently been waiting for the summer solstice because he announced that I had to ante up today because it was the longest day of the year. … Bastard,” Ron grumbled and then jumped slightly.

Hermione’s face went from stern annoyance and softened into a stifled smirk.

“Oh. Oh!” she laughed, putting her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. Wait, so you’re standing there …?” She gestured towards him.

“Completely starkers, yes. Thank you.” Ron rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and huffed.

“But,” Hermione whispered. “Where’s Harry, then?”

Ron gave her a withering look and then glanced down.

Hermione saw Harry’s hand reach up over the edge of the counter in front of Ron and vaguely waved.

“Uh, hi, Hermione,” Harry’s voice called out weakly.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I put up with you two,” Hermione said and turned back into the Floo.

“We’ll get that curry tomorrow, yeah?” Ron called out as the flames erupted.

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