It was the Potion (Harry/Ron)

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Title: It was The Potion
Rating: R
Word count: 390
Notes: I wrote this ficlet a while back for a challenge over at harry_and_ron but never got around to posting it.



It was The Potion

"It's the bloody potion," Ron said, breathing heavily, sweat running down his back.

"'Course it is," Harry answered, frantically unbuttoning his jeans. "God, I'm sorry, I need-"

Ron interrupted him with a kiss.

"Going to kill him." Ron murmured long moments later with his lips against Harry's, hands beneath his shirt, touching skin that was as hot as his own. "That's taking it too far."

Harry nodded – a jerky movement that made their teeth click. "Too far," he agreed as he pulled back Ron's head with his hand in his hair and then sucked hard at his collarbone.

Ron moaned and pushed his thigh between Harry's legs. "Keeping a fucking lust potion in his kitchen."

"'t was labelled," Harry answered with his lips attached to Ron's nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"The fuck it was." Talking became harder as Ron's cock did the same. "'s where he keeps - ohfuckdothatagain - soy sauce. Tiny label or not." Ron's eyes fell shut. "He knew I'd use it. Bastard." George had probably known, too, that Ron would notice the label after using it. Maybe he'd even concealed it with a charm.

"'s okay," Harry panted, rubbing himself against Ron's thigh, pulling off his own shirt. "We'll do what we have to."

* * *

A wand was pointed at George when he came back to his flat.

"Good to see you, too, little brother," he said, smiling and carrying the bag of groceries into the kitchen. "What did I do this time?" He had no idea what had caused the dishevelled state of Ron – hair all over the place, clothes askew, flushed. It irked George; he needed to know in order to do it again.

"What the fuck have you been thinking?" Ron roared, and George saw that he was holding soy sauce in his left hand as if it was a dangerous object.

George blinked. "I thought that it tastes good," he said.

"Lust potion? Really? Lust potion?" Ron was literally foaming, and George watched it fascinated, slowly realising why Ron was throwing a tantrum.

"You mean the label?" George snickered. "Untwist your knickers, Ronny. It was the first attempt; didn't work one bit, completely harmless. Tastes like soy sauce, though; why waste it?"

George started to worry when Ron lowered his wand and turned white as a sheet.