Bad News (Harry Potter, Tom/Harry, #2)
Title: Bad News
Author: pollicem
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Theme: #2, news; letter
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own them.
BOY WHO LIVED AND HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED: TRUE LOVE OR POLYJUICE PLOT?
Harry Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle were fiercely lip-locked and not pausing for one millisecond to breathe or glance from under their headline at Ron, who stared at them bewilderedly, trying to formulate something cogent beyond the hysterical whining emanating from his throat.
“What, Ron?” Hermione was frazzled as she hurried to the fridge to find something for breakfast - Rose balanced on her hip, pouting. None of them had slept well last night.
The squeal continued as he gestured vaguely to the paper on the table.
Hermione opened the refrigerator, glanced over, and froze. Rose started squirming. “Uncle Hawwy in picture!” The bowl of last night’s leftovers toppled from the top shelf and shattered on the floor. Peas rolled everywhere, Rose started banging her hands on Hermione’s shoulders, and all three of them let out a wail.
Author: pollicem
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Theme: #2, news; letter
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own them.
BOY WHO LIVED AND HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED: TRUE LOVE OR POLYJUICE PLOT?
Harry Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle were fiercely lip-locked and not pausing for one millisecond to breathe or glance from under their headline at Ron, who stared at them bewilderedly, trying to formulate something cogent beyond the hysterical whining emanating from his throat.
“What, Ron?” Hermione was frazzled as she hurried to the fridge to find something for breakfast - Rose balanced on her hip, pouting. None of them had slept well last night.
The squeal continued as he gestured vaguely to the paper on the table.
Hermione opened the refrigerator, glanced over, and froze. Rose started squirming. “Uncle Hawwy in picture!” The bowl of last night’s leftovers toppled from the top shelf and shattered on the floor. Peas rolled everywhere, Rose started banging her hands on Hermione’s shoulders, and all three of them let out a wail.