Post by furandfeathers on Jan 14, 2008 19:16:01 GMT -5
hmmm so yeah. This is my first flash fic and my first Fil/Mona fic.... whoa.
Title: A Comfortable Mess
Rating: K
Genre: Fluff
Summary: pillows. 'nuff said.
A/N: Nothing belongs to me. It’s all this woman named J.K. Rowling.
Pomona stood with her hands on her hips and surveyed the room. Pillows were strewn about the room, and blankets were strung up between pieces of furniture. The child had been returned to her parents, but Filius remained stretched out in the middle of the fort.
“As comfortable as you look you have to clean this up, you know.” Pomona said.
“But it’s cozy. Join me?” her husband said winking and patting the pillow beside him.
“I’d love to, but we’re having dinner with my parents, remember? And every time we baby sit for Albus and Minerva you seem to make a bigger mess.” She told him, stooping to pick up a pillow. When he didn’t move, she launched it at him, hitting him squarely in the chest.
“Hey!” he exclaimed in surprise. His wife just giggled. “I suppose you think that’s funny,” he said, sitting up and reaching for a pillow. Her eyes widened in surprise as he sprang up and ran at her.
She shrieked and ducked behind the sofa, scrambling to get her own weapon. They were soon running circles around the room throwing pillows in every direction. At last, they collapsed giggling on the sofa.
“You know, there’s still a mess.” Pomona stated.
“True,” Filius replied. “It’s an even bigger mess. However, you helped make this one, so you get to help clean up too!”
Pomona just gaped at him, as he kissed her lightly and pulled her off the sofa.
Title: A Comfortable Mess
Rating: K
Genre: Fluff
Summary: pillows. 'nuff said.
A/N: Nothing belongs to me. It’s all this woman named J.K. Rowling.
A Comfortable Mess
Pomona stood with her hands on her hips and surveyed the room. Pillows were strewn about the room, and blankets were strung up between pieces of furniture. The child had been returned to her parents, but Filius remained stretched out in the middle of the fort.
“As comfortable as you look you have to clean this up, you know.” Pomona said.
“But it’s cozy. Join me?” her husband said winking and patting the pillow beside him.
“I’d love to, but we’re having dinner with my parents, remember? And every time we baby sit for Albus and Minerva you seem to make a bigger mess.” She told him, stooping to pick up a pillow. When he didn’t move, she launched it at him, hitting him squarely in the chest.
“Hey!” he exclaimed in surprise. His wife just giggled. “I suppose you think that’s funny,” he said, sitting up and reaching for a pillow. Her eyes widened in surprise as he sprang up and ran at her.
She shrieked and ducked behind the sofa, scrambling to get her own weapon. They were soon running circles around the room throwing pillows in every direction. At last, they collapsed giggling on the sofa.
“You know, there’s still a mess.” Pomona stated.
“True,” Filius replied. “It’s an even bigger mess. However, you helped make this one, so you get to help clean up too!”
Pomona just gaped at him, as he kissed her lightly and pulled her off the sofa.
I love it, it's so cute and sweet and it just really works for them.
