Title: Stud
Author: quite_grey
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Trio friendship, mentions of R/Hr and H/G
Length: One-shot (521 words)
Genre: Humour
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Yeah, that's right. Ron Weasley is a stud.
Notes: Thanks to shellydkitty for looking this over.
Website: Grey's Fic Index
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Stud

Ron sauntered into the kitchen in his boxers, his eyes gleaming and his chest puffed out as he strutted over to the refrigerator.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Good morning.”

Somehow, Ron managed to look even more pleased with himself as he turned from the fridge to grin at Harry. “Damn right it is.” Running a hand through his hair, he added, “Guess what I did last night? And this morning?”

Harry could guess that in one go. “What?”

“It.” Harry was shocked when Ron abandoned the fridge without grabbing any food in favour of joining Harry at the table to continue grinning hugely at him.

“Yeah?” Harry shoveled in a spoonful of cereal.

“Sex is brilliant,” Ron declared, almost dreamily, propping his chin in his hand as he stared off into space. “I never knew girls were so-”

There was no way in hell Harry wanted to hear the end of that sentence. “Girls” didn't mean girls, it meant Hermione, and there was some things Harry just didn't need to know.

“Yeah, it's pretty brilliant,” he cut in loudly, then promptly bit his tongue.

“And how the bloody hell would you know?” Ron exclaimed, sitting bolt upright in his seat as his gaze shot to Harry.

“Er-”

“My sister is too young-!” Ron was turning a lurid shade of purple when Hermione walked into the room, bundled up in her usual quilted dressing gown. There was a bit of a glow about her as she gave Ron a tender kiss on the cheek.

“Ginny is old enough to do whatever she wants,” Hermione said with a firm look as she drew back. When Ron started to protest, she followed her firm look with a pointed one. “It sure would be a pain for you if the rest of your family was as concerned about your sex life as you are with Ginny's.”

“But-” Ron sputtered, and Hermione planted her hands on her hips.

“I suggest you learn to live with it, Ron Weasley--you know how I feel about hypocrites, and if your of age sister is too young to be having sex, then I'd say you are, too.” Hermione unwrapped a plate of crescent rolls on the counter and plucked one up to take a bite. “And I'm in a position to make sure you stop having it.”

Pouting, Ron flopped down into the seat next to Harry's, crossing his arms and muttering something under his breath.

“What was that?” Hermione asked sweetly, and Harry laughed when Ron made a face in return.

“Congratulations, mate,” he said, giving Ron a manly chuck on the shoulder. “That's a nice leash you've got on.”

He ducked fast to avoid the half-eaten crescent roll Hermione chucked at him, but he still managed to get hit in the ear.

“Honestly,” she huffed, but she was grinning and Ron was snickering, and for the millionth time in the last three months, Harry was so, so glad the war was over--and he still had his very best friends in the whole world.

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