new fic: That Charm That Can the Strongest Quell, Harry/Ron

The reveal over at bestmates_xmas has gone up, so I'm free to post my H/R here. Enjoy!

Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 11,550
Genre: romance, erotica, humour, established relationship
Betas: rickey_a, auntee_mame and cim_halfling. Thank you!!!
Summary: A few days before Christmas, Ron is struck with a harmless, but thoroughly annoying curse. Figuring out who cast it takes Ron and Harry to Scotland, and Harry wonders: Why can't I just have a normal Christmas, just once? H/R, EWE, kilt!sex.
Author's Notes: Title, as it absolutely must have, comes from Robert Burns, from his poem "Poem on Pastoral Poetry" written in 1791. It's from the final stanza, and the sentiment reflects pretty accurately the atmosphere of this story:
[…] but that sweet spell
O' witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
The sternest move.

I have no idea where this rather cracktastic idea came from, but once I was given Abigail89 as my gift recipient and saw a shared interest in Scotland and kilts (and perhaps single malts as well), this story was breathed into life. DH-compliant, ignoring the epilogue.

( That Charm That Can the Strongest Quell, part one )

On to part two

"That Charm That Can the Strongest Quell," part two

Continued from here

( That Charm That Can the Strongest Quell, part two )