Figuring It Out, Ron/Pansy
Title: Figuring It Out
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Ron/Pansy
Rating: G
Word Count: 493
Summary: Ron is trying to figure out how his new laptop works. Pansy's there to help.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Written for peskywhistpaw at rarepair_shorts's Wishlist event. She wanted a 'Ron/Pansy' with the prompt 'Ron and Pansy both trying to figure out how to work some kind of Muggle device.'
Eh ... this is a weird fic. I hope you like this anyway, peskywhistpaw!
”Is it working now?” asked Pansy.
Ron scratched his head and looked questioningly at the Muggle divice - a laptop, Potter had said - placed neatly on the desk. “I don’t know. Harry said to plug this,” he explained, lifting his left hand and showing her the cord, “into the ‘wall socket’ over there.” He pointed at the thing in question.
“And did you do that?”
“Yes, of course I did, can’t you see!” Ron pointed at the wall again. “See, it’s plugged and everything!”
“Calm down, darling,” Pansy said, ignoring Ron’s ‘stop calling me that!’
She glanced from the laptop to the socket. She didn’t understand how this - power, as Potter had so eloquently explained - could come out of these small holes. And moreover, she couldn’t comprehend the usage of that laptop-thingy. Surely a parchment and a quill could work just as well, if not better?
“Didn’t Potter say anything more?” She crouched down next to Ron and peered into the box the computer had been in thirty minutes ago.
Ron shook his head. “He just said to plug it ... and press a button.”
“What button?”
“I’m not sure, but it must be that button on the ‘wall socket’ here?” he pointed again.
“Isn’t that called a switch?”
Ron shrugged. “No idea.”
Pansy sighed and stood up. “I’ll make us some tea.”
-
Pansy had been staring into the black square on the laptop for over thirty minutes. Ron’s untouched tea was now cold.
And life kind of sucked right about now.
“Why do Muggles have to complicate everything?” Pansy asked. She took hold of the laptop and lifted it up, looking intently at the device’ underside. Other than small, rectangular holes, nothing there looked interesting. She shook it once. Nothing happened. With a sigh, she put it back down gently.
Ron gave a sigh of his own. “Maybe I should floo Hermione and ask.”
Pansy’s eyes widened in horror. Not Granger! She sprang up from the chair, shouting, “Stop!”
Ron, who had just got up on his feet, send her a surprised look. “Why? We’ll never figure this out alone.”
“Let me try first.”
She gazed challengingly at the device for a moment.
“Maybe it’s a different button we should’ve pushed,” she mused. There was a lot of buttons - or something that looked like buttons - on the laptop; each had a letter or number, but Pansy couldn’t for the life of her see a pattern. She placed her hand on them, pressing down all the buttons simultaneously. Still nothing happened.
“We’ll figure this out alone, Ron,” she stated with determined tones. “We will.”
-
It was one hour later that Harry found them, sprawled on the floor with the laptop between them. They looked sharply at him once he stepped down from the fireplace. Their faces was contorted in irritation.
“You guys are still at it?” Harry said, trying to hide the laughter, but judging by Parkisnon’s death glare he hadn’t succeeded much.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Ron/Pansy
Rating: G
Word Count: 493
Summary: Ron is trying to figure out how his new laptop works. Pansy's there to help.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Written for peskywhistpaw at rarepair_shorts's Wishlist event. She wanted a 'Ron/Pansy' with the prompt 'Ron and Pansy both trying to figure out how to work some kind of Muggle device.'
Eh ... this is a weird fic. I hope you like this anyway, peskywhistpaw!
”Is it working now?” asked Pansy.
Ron scratched his head and looked questioningly at the Muggle divice - a laptop, Potter had said - placed neatly on the desk. “I don’t know. Harry said to plug this,” he explained, lifting his left hand and showing her the cord, “into the ‘wall socket’ over there.” He pointed at the thing in question.
“And did you do that?”
“Yes, of course I did, can’t you see!” Ron pointed at the wall again. “See, it’s plugged and everything!”
“Calm down, darling,” Pansy said, ignoring Ron’s ‘stop calling me that!’
She glanced from the laptop to the socket. She didn’t understand how this - power, as Potter had so eloquently explained - could come out of these small holes. And moreover, she couldn’t comprehend the usage of that laptop-thingy. Surely a parchment and a quill could work just as well, if not better?
“Didn’t Potter say anything more?” She crouched down next to Ron and peered into the box the computer had been in thirty minutes ago.
Ron shook his head. “He just said to plug it ... and press a button.”
“What button?”
“I’m not sure, but it must be that button on the ‘wall socket’ here?” he pointed again.
“Isn’t that called a switch?”
Ron shrugged. “No idea.”
Pansy sighed and stood up. “I’ll make us some tea.”
-
Pansy had been staring into the black square on the laptop for over thirty minutes. Ron’s untouched tea was now cold.
And life kind of sucked right about now.
“Why do Muggles have to complicate everything?” Pansy asked. She took hold of the laptop and lifted it up, looking intently at the device’ underside. Other than small, rectangular holes, nothing there looked interesting. She shook it once. Nothing happened. With a sigh, she put it back down gently.
Ron gave a sigh of his own. “Maybe I should floo Hermione and ask.”
Pansy’s eyes widened in horror. Not Granger! She sprang up from the chair, shouting, “Stop!”
Ron, who had just got up on his feet, send her a surprised look. “Why? We’ll never figure this out alone.”
“Let me try first.”
She gazed challengingly at the device for a moment.
“Maybe it’s a different button we should’ve pushed,” she mused. There was a lot of buttons - or something that looked like buttons - on the laptop; each had a letter or number, but Pansy couldn’t for the life of her see a pattern. She placed her hand on them, pressing down all the buttons simultaneously. Still nothing happened.
“We’ll figure this out alone, Ron,” she stated with determined tones. “We will.”
-
It was one hour later that Harry found them, sprawled on the floor with the laptop between them. They looked sharply at him once he stepped down from the fireplace. Their faces was contorted in irritation.
“You guys are still at it?” Harry said, trying to hide the laughter, but judging by Parkisnon’s death glare he hadn’t succeeded much.