In Hiding

[bleedingangel84]

Title: In Hiding

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Pairing: Ron/ Draco

Rating: PG

Warnings: Non-approved use of stiletto heels

Word Count: 365

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

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #118- Hiding from friends; Musician; Flag

Notes: Short and sweet fic inspired by the prompts this week. Written for my_thestral, just because I know she loves Ron/Draco.

Summary: Draco is hiding, but Ron is sent to find him.

In Hiding

“Malfoy? What are you doing out here?”

“Not so loud, you buffoon. I’m hiding, if you must know.”

“Why?”

“Because my friends are all married idiots who want me to be a married idiot as well.”

“Oh.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“Something more than ‘oh’. But, I suppose that would tax your already limited mental capacity, wouldn’t it?”

“Shut it.”

“Two syllables. Rather impressive, Weasley.”

“You’re a git, you know that? Parkinson made me play errand boy to find you. Says she wants to introduce you to some French musician.”

“Oh, Merlin, not another one. She won’t give up until I’m waving the white flag in surrender, will she? And it’s Parkinson-Nott. She’s wed to Theo.”

“Poor man.”

“Now you see why I don’t want to get married. Pureblood witches are notoriously overbearing.”

“I could always make an excuse. Say you were ill or something and had to leave early.”

“Why would you do that, Weasley?”

“No man should be trapped into something that makes him so uncomfortable he feels the need to hide from people he likes.”

“That nearly makes sense, Weasley. But, what’s in this for you?”

“You’d owe me. I like the idea of that.”

“That’s almost Slytherin logic. I didn’t think you were capable of that.”

“I do have ideas occasionally, Malfoy. Why don’t we leave here and go have a drink or something?”

“That’s a fine idea, Weasley. Then you can tell me how you got roped into attending this ghastly dull social engagement.”

“Kingsley thought it would help ‘foster better relations among team members’ or some such rot. I couldn’t concentrate because it was before my coffee, but the gist was that he wanted us to socialise outside of work, so here I am.”

“Poor sod. You must’ve been bored to tears.”

“I nearly fell asleep over the food table. Parkinson almost severed my toe with those stiletto heel waking me up.”

“Would you like to go back to mine for that drink? The house elves could make us dinner. I hear your stomach growling all the way over here.”

“You aren’t going to try and poison me, are you?”

Comments

[my_thestral]

LOL, that last sentence was priceless! :D Thank you for such a lovely story, honey, you know how much I love those two and their banters! :)
Poor Draco, trying to escape a steady relationship and Ron, as socially challenged as he can sometimes be, begrudgingly keeping company with the likes of Parkinson in her stilettos! :D I suppose the company of each other sounds like a balm on a wound by comparison! :)
Hmmm, dinner and... *whispers: Pssst, Weasley, time to stop being oblivious and take the hint!!*
Lovely work, babe, you always make me smile!

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I'm so glad you enjoy these little things. <3