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My mom and I "wrote" a H/G drabble tonight! Brought to you by Drabble-Matic.
The Battle For The Bed Bugs
In a canoe, Harry licked his bed bugs. He had been busy with the bed bugs for hours and now wanted nothing more than a sticky cuddle or a sweaty massage from his lover Ginny.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his shiny Ginny appeared at the door, grinning shockingly.
"Put down the bed bugs," Ginny said sharply. "Unless you want me to lick that bed bug on your toe."
Harry put down the bed bugs. He was slippery. He had never seen Ginny so large before and it made him bloated.
Ginny picked up the bed bugs, then withdrew a pickle from her eyelash. "Don't be so slippery," Ginny said with a large grimace. "An armadillo bit my kneecap this morning, and everything became mushy. Now with this bed bug and this pickle I can sharply rule the world!"
Harry clutched his effervescent kneecap painfully. This was his lover, his shiny Ginny, now staring at him with a large eyelash.
"Fight it!" Harry shouted. "The armadillo just wants the bed bugs for his own shiny devices! He doesn't love you, not the sticky way I do!"
Harry could see Ginny trembling painfully. Harry reached out his toe and touched Ginny's eyelash sharply. He was shiny, so shiny, but he knew only his effervescent love for Ginny would break the armadillo's spell.
Sure enough, Ginny dropped the bed bugs with a thunk. "Oh, Harry," she squealed. "I'm so sticky, can you ever forgive me?"
But Harry had already moved in a canoe. Like an ice cube glistening in a tall glass of vodka, he pressed his toe into Ginny's eyelash. And as they fell together in a mushy fit of love, the bed bugs lay on the floor, bloated and forgotten.
The Battle For The Bed Bugs
In a canoe, Harry licked his bed bugs. He had been busy with the bed bugs for hours and now wanted nothing more than a sticky cuddle or a sweaty massage from his lover Ginny.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his shiny Ginny appeared at the door, grinning shockingly.
"Put down the bed bugs," Ginny said sharply. "Unless you want me to lick that bed bug on your toe."
Harry put down the bed bugs. He was slippery. He had never seen Ginny so large before and it made him bloated.
Ginny picked up the bed bugs, then withdrew a pickle from her eyelash. "Don't be so slippery," Ginny said with a large grimace. "An armadillo bit my kneecap this morning, and everything became mushy. Now with this bed bug and this pickle I can sharply rule the world!"
Harry clutched his effervescent kneecap painfully. This was his lover, his shiny Ginny, now staring at him with a large eyelash.
"Fight it!" Harry shouted. "The armadillo just wants the bed bugs for his own shiny devices! He doesn't love you, not the sticky way I do!"
Harry could see Ginny trembling painfully. Harry reached out his toe and touched Ginny's eyelash sharply. He was shiny, so shiny, but he knew only his effervescent love for Ginny would break the armadillo's spell.
Sure enough, Ginny dropped the bed bugs with a thunk. "Oh, Harry," she squealed. "I'm so sticky, can you ever forgive me?"
But Harry had already moved in a canoe. Like an ice cube glistening in a tall glass of vodka, he pressed his toe into Ginny's eyelash. And as they fell together in a mushy fit of love, the bed bugs lay on the floor, bloated and forgotten.