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Looks like the Universe is going to be handing me a big ol' fat citation, since I broke one of the laws. I'm sick. I caught the mocus. ...sigh... If someone would kindly thump me over the head with a rolling pin or such to put me out of my misery, I would greatly appreciate it.


...whimper...

Taking the plunge...

Okay, maybe it's the fever doing this to me, but I've decided to do it. Post a fic, but here in my LJ rather than on a site yet. Yes, I know, I'm working on a fic for Lameos_Maximus, and it's going pretty well, but this is sort of a test. Be kind, folks, it's from a plot bunny inadvertently suggested by my husband after a visit to an ice cream shop. Basically, he refused to watch me eat an ice cream cone in public, or in front of the kids. And yes, I do eat my ice cream in a cup with a spoon now!



Title: Cones
Author: auntbijou
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/OC
Summary: When she eats ice cream, all the boys like to watch.
Warning: Oral
Words: 3258
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Potterverse, J.K. does. I just like to play in it.
A/N: This played around in my head after some adventures at an ice cream shop, and because I just couldn’t see Hermione doing this, I made up a character instead. Heh, heh, it’s MY dirty mind, I can do what I want with it! (rubs hands together with glee.) 

( Cones... )

...sigh...

I think I'll go bang my head into something now. Hard.

...sigh...

Note to self... do not, do not, three times do not try to do anything technical while running a fever!! (bangs head into keyboard remoarselessly) Yes, I do know how to use the tab button for paragraphs, but apparently, that doesn't translate. I just need to noodle and figure this out, but NOT RIGHT NOW!!! Ay-yi-yi, I'm going back to bed!! Wake me up when it's all over!

Well... this is different...

Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
this quiz was made by Lori Fury

Well, Ianthe, as you can see, once again, I can't resist quizzes. It's like... virtual chocolate. The Husbandly One is going to crack up laughing when he sees this one, and I don't think I need to tell anyone why. Auntie's a rather spry gal, after all!