Fashion Consultant

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Fashion Consultant

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Pairing: Ron/Draco

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mild snark, slight sexual suggestion if you squint

Word Count: 365

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

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #108-Picture Prompt; Rememberall

Notes: Ron/Draco wanted to play today, and I couldn’t say no. I hope this isn’t too awful.

Summary: Ron really must do something about those robes.

Fashion Consultant

“Weasley, did you lose something?”

“What in the name of Merlin’s sagging knickers are you on about, Malfoy?”

“I know you must’ve lost your mind somewhere around here. Pity I can’t loan you Longbottom’s old Rememberall to help you find it.”

“And people call me thick. You do realise that you make no sense, don’t you?”

“You’re wearing a set of burgundy robes and a bow tie.”

“Yeah? What of it?”

“The fact that you can even ask such a question proves that you’ve taken leave of what little sense you had to begin with. That colour combination is absolutely horrid. It makes your hair look one shade off from a radioactive carrot. I’m surprised that the Aurors don’t come arrest you for crimes against fashion.”

“Well, not everyone can be a gorgeous, successful businessman. Some of us just work in a joke shop.”

“You help run the place, don’t you? You don’t just work there.”

“George needed someone to help him after Fred…well.”

“You’re clearly being worked blind if you thought stepping off your property dressed in that was the right thing to do.”

“Oh, sod off, you great prat I don’t care what you think.”

“What I think is that you need to dispose of those robes. Incinerate them, if need be.”

‘They aren’t that bad.”

“Weasley. I’ve just told you your hair looks like a glowing carrot. How can you say they aren’t atrocious?”

“They’re comfortable. I like them.”

“We need to get you to an oculist. Or a tailor. I can’t believe you actually like those. They do nothing for your body.”

“They cover it, don’t they?”

“Excuse me, then. I stand corrected. However, I’m still of the opinion that you could look much better.”

“Where’re the horses?”

“Pardon me?”

“I could’ve sworn that my mum read us something about four horses and an apocalypse happening when the world came to an end.”

“You are really quite daft.”

“You paid me a compliment. If that doesn’t signal the end of the world, what does?”

“You’re funny, Weasley. But your fashion sense leaves something to be desired.”

“Fashion was never my strong point, but I’ve never had any complaints where it mattered.”