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bleedingangel84Title: Plotting
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Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion, mentions of bondage and gagging, language
Word Count: Must be 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt #115-“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.”; Train; Artist
Notes: This is what happed in my brain with this week’s prompts, and some slight encouragement of plot bunnies. A sequel to Madness. Won’t make much sense if you don’t read that first.
Summary: Draco hatches the perfect plot to get some peace of mind.
Plotting
“What’s the matter with you, Malfoy?”
“Why would anything be the matter?”
“You were sitting alone in the dark. And you kissed me. You hate me. Why did you kiss me?
“Your tiny little brain really is stuck on that train of thought isn’t it? You claim to know me so well, why do you think?”
“I think you needed to forget, and kissing me was a good distraction.”
“Forget what, Weasley?”
“That you aren’t allowed home since you switched sides. You’re missing your parents and everything you knew because it was ripped out from under you . Home is that place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. You don’t have that anymore, and it’s eating you up.”
“Thank you for that cut-rate psychoanalysis, Weasley. Now kindly fuck off and leave me alone.”
“I liked it. More than I should have.”
That’s only natural. I’m an artist when it pertains to making people swoon.”
“It’s nice to see your high opinion of yourself hasn’t been dented.”
Draco growled. “Gods. Weasley why can you never learn when to shut up?”
“Make me. You only want me to keep quiet because you know I’m right, and you can’t stand it.”
“You are the most infuriating specimen of humanity I’ve ever encountered, Weasley,” Draco remarked.
“You aren’t the first person to tell me that, Malfoy.”
“Then perhaps you should listen. “
“Maybe.”
The silence filled the room as the two looked at one another, seeming to move in unison. They next either was aware, Ron lay on his back on Grimmauld’s rickety sofa with his mouth being devoured, and nothing but Malfoy was filling his senses. The two pulled apart after several breathless minutes, bodies heaving as though they’d run a marathon.
“I like that look on you, Weasley. Maybe I should kiss you like that every time I want to shut you up. Or should I bind you and gag you? Would you like that?”
Ron squeaked, letting out a small whimper. “You’re gone daft, Malfoy.”
“I’m not hearing you say ‘no’”
“Malfoy you’re sick.”
“Maybe, but don’t pretend you aren’t the slightest bit intrigued.”
“I’m not!”
“Tell the truth.”
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on 2015-11-22 08:45 am (UTC)I guess Draco as an only child isn't really used to probing and nudging and questioning and never being left alone to sulk, LOL - but trust it to Weasley to demonstrate, how you show one you care. :) Oh, they like each other, don't they :)) It's just a question of time before they stop being silly and admit it! It probably won't be the good old "I love you, sweety", but more like "Come here, you prat and let me... er, not hate you the way I used to". :D
Thank you, this story makes for a lovely b-day present, well, at least I'm going to pretend that's what it is! :)
P.S. There's a tiny mistake in the sentence where Draco mentions bonding - I think the word should be "gag", not "gay". Please don't be angry with me, I want your stories to shine!
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on 2015-11-22 10:30 am (UTC)