Family Foibles

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Family Foibles

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG

Warnings: Snark

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Notes: My head is a strange, strange place. Don’t ask me where this came from. I have no idea, but I hope you like it anyway. See errors? Comment or message me.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 71-“Dancing Queen”; Snitch; Boundaries

Summary: Parents are strange. Just ask Ron and Draco.

Family Foibles

“Weasley, that ensemble is pushing the boundaries of good taste.”

“This is a perfectly good tuxedo, Malfoy.”

“It’s maroon. And you are wearing a bow tie . With snitches. You clash.”

“Oh, I beg your pardon. Would you like a blindfold, Your Highness?”

“Yes. I thought you gave up wearing that hideous colour after the fiasco at the Yule Ball.”

“I thought I had too, but Mum was feeling nostalgic. She found this while she was cleaning out the attic. Apparently, Dad wore this on their first date. She wanted me to wear it tonight. I couldn’t say no.”

“Weasley, you are a wizard, are you not?”

“Of course.”

“Well, then, why not change the colour at least? A nice navy would bring out your eyes.”

“I’ve never quite got the knack for glamour spells.”

“Allow me.”

“I think I may have just entered a parallel universe. Draco Malfoy did something nice.”

“Malfoy’s don’t do nice. My motives were purely selfish, I assure you. That garish thing was assaulting my eyes.”

“Right.”

“It does bring out your eyes, you know. You could almost pass for good-looking.”

“Be still my racing heart. Was that a compliment?”

“I do nice work.”

“Thought you said Malfoys didn’t do nice.”

“Weasley, you are plebeian and have no sense of language.”

“It’s called teasing, you plonker.”

“I’m aware of that. It isn’t my fault you simply failed to recognize my obviously superior wit.”

“Good to see you’re still so predictable, Malfoy. Pitiful, really.”

“You don’t know me, Weasley.”

“I know enough.”

“Oh, get off your high horse, Weasley, before you get a nosebleed from the altitude. Come and have a drink with me.”

“Why?”

“You’re passably amusing. Don’t read anything into it.”

“I could do with a Firewhiskey.”

“Typical. You are definitely a creature of habit. Always the same drinks. Why not try something new?”

“I like what I like. Nothing wrong with that.”

“It’s limited.”

“It’s comfortable.”

“Why must you argue with me?”

“You make it much too easy. Why do you argue with me?”

“It’s far less scarring than watching my father sing along to ‘Dancing Queen’ in the mirror with his hairbrush.”

“Let’s go get that drink.”

Comments

[digthewriter]

You should really sign up for ron_draco_fest!

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Just submitted my claiming form for the fest. I've been thinking about signing up for it. Thank you for reminding me. <3

[digthewriter]

\o/

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

:D

[my_thestral]

Yeeeey! My babies! :D Oh, look at them, liking each other stupid without saying so. :) You do Draco's snark really well and Ron is - well, Ronnish, silly and sweet and still awkward enough after all these years to do his mom's bidding.:) I just want to adopt them.
And the hairbrush thing, hih! :D The mental image alone was worth reading this!
I'm so glad you signed up for the fest, I did, too! :)

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

I'm so happy you liked this. I may have to do more with fics with them. I've been wanting to sign up for the fest. I'm glad you're in too. Should be fun. :)