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lightofdaye) wrote2024-01-08 09:41 pm
lightofdaye) wrote2024-01-08 09:41 pm
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Ficlet: Consider Yourself... (Ron/Susan)
Title: Consider Yourself...
Rating: G
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Susan Bones
Word Count: 289
Content: fluff, mild reference to death
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Susan finds more presents than she expects on Christmas morning.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts Winter Prompt Extravaganza-January Prompt 8: Cosy Jumper. Again not breaking the bank of originality here but whatever. This one draws even more on Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone than usual taking lines from the chapter: "The Mirror Of Erised". The title is a reference to Oliver! by Lionel Bart.
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Ron Weasley awoke early on Christmas morning as he usually did, with a large pile of presents at the foot of the bed.
Or rather two piles.
Next to him, Susan Bones mumbled something incoherent and rolled over.
"Oi!" Ron objected. "Presents?"
Susan's response was only slightly less incoherent and considerably more grumpy.
"Suit yourself," Ron muttered but Susan pulled herself up right, combing copper hair out of her eyes with her fingers.
"Oh!" she said, doing a double take. "I've got presents."
"What we were you expecting?" Ron said. "Turnips?"
He immediately regretted it. After the wars, Susan's family situation basically the opposite of his own huge and sprawling family tree.
"Did you…?" Susan asked, apparently not having heard his joke. She picked up a very lumpy parcel.
"Ah, I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, "My mum. I told you her you didn't expect many presents and- Oh no." He groaned. "She's made you a Weasley jumper."
Susan's eyes were wide as saucers as she opened the box. She pulled out a large box of home made fudge and a thick, hand knitted sweater in maroon.
"It's wonderful," she said, "it looks amazingly cosy."
"You don't have to-" Ron started but Susan pulled it over her head. Ron realised the shade maroon exactly matched his own jumper's colour and it had a big black bordered, Yellow "S" on the front.
"I know I don't" Susan said softly, still beaming. "but it you know what this means right?"
Later as they were sitting at Christmas lunch, the other Wealeys, Harry and Hermione and their partners and then Ron and Susan all of them wearing their jumpers.
She'd made it. She was part of the family.
Rating: G
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Susan Bones
Word Count: 289
Content: fluff, mild reference to death
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Susan finds more presents than she expects on Christmas morning.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
rarepair_shorts Winter Prompt Extravaganza-January Prompt 8: Cosy Jumper. Again not breaking the bank of originality here but whatever. This one draws even more on Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone than usual taking lines from the chapter: "The Mirror Of Erised". The title is a reference to Oliver! by Lionel Bart.- - -
Ron Weasley awoke early on Christmas morning as he usually did, with a large pile of presents at the foot of the bed.
Or rather two piles.
Next to him, Susan Bones mumbled something incoherent and rolled over.
"Oi!" Ron objected. "Presents?"
Susan's response was only slightly less incoherent and considerably more grumpy.
"Suit yourself," Ron muttered but Susan pulled herself up right, combing copper hair out of her eyes with her fingers.
"Oh!" she said, doing a double take. "I've got presents."
"What we were you expecting?" Ron said. "Turnips?"
He immediately regretted it. After the wars, Susan's family situation basically the opposite of his own huge and sprawling family tree.
"Did you…?" Susan asked, apparently not having heard his joke. She picked up a very lumpy parcel.
"Ah, I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, "My mum. I told you her you didn't expect many presents and- Oh no." He groaned. "She's made you a Weasley jumper."
Susan's eyes were wide as saucers as she opened the box. She pulled out a large box of home made fudge and a thick, hand knitted sweater in maroon.
"It's wonderful," she said, "it looks amazingly cosy."
"You don't have to-" Ron started but Susan pulled it over her head. Ron realised the shade maroon exactly matched his own jumper's colour and it had a big black bordered, Yellow "S" on the front.
"I know I don't" Susan said softly, still beaming. "but it you know what this means right?"
Later as they were sitting at Christmas lunch, the other Wealeys, Harry and Hermione and their partners and then Ron and Susan all of them wearing their jumpers.
She'd made it. She was part of the family.
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