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[12 May 2006|01:56am] |
Well, God, here we go. When I talked myself into starting this journal, I didn't see what the harm was. "So you're watching a fandom again," I thought, "so what? No harm in lurking."
And here I am, having written my first fanfic in, christ, six years? Seven? I'm not proud of this relapse, because I reckon it's just the first drop of a deluge. But I guess I'm slightly more eligible than some to write for these characters as I actually wore a uniform to school for, um, far too many years. Really, that means I'm obligated. ...yes.
Anyway, here we go. Let's see if I can remember how to do this.
Title: Tights.
Pairings: Oblivious R/Hr, H/G (I didn't plan on the latter, but there you go).
Rating: PG, for fluff rated Pretty Goony.
Summary: It's morning in Hogwarts, and an exam is looming. But Ron, Harry, and Ginny have far more interesting things to discuss than Potions---to Hermione's chagrin.
Technicalities: Just a touch over 1600 words, filled with people belonging to J.K. Rowling.
( Somewhere in the regulations of Hogwarts, one could find that one rule had gone unbroken for decades: The closer the exam, the quieter the breakfast. )
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