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bleedingangel84) wrote2016-09-23 05:23 pm
bleedingangel84) wrote2016-09-23 05:23 pm
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Kiss It Better
Title: Kiss It Better
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bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt # 158-If you want to make an easy job seem mighty hard, just keep putting off doing it.– Olin Miller; Sword Cane (Picture Prompt);Revulsion Jinx
Notes: My first Ron/Draco in ages. Sorry if I’m rusty, but I’m hope readers enjoy it. Sequel: Convincing Weasley
Summary: Ron gets cursed and wants Draco to fix it.
Author:
bleedingangel84Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt # 158-If you want to make an easy job seem mighty hard, just keep putting off doing it.– Olin Miller; Sword Cane (Picture Prompt);Revulsion JinxNotes: My first Ron/Draco in ages. Sorry if I’m rusty, but I’m hope readers enjoy it. Sequel: Convincing Weasley
Summary: Ron gets cursed and wants Draco to fix it.
Kiss it Better
“Weasley! Look out!”
Ron dodged the jet of red light coming from Yaxley’s hex, panting with exertion.
“That’s it you Death Eater scum; we’re going to take you out like last week’s rubbish!”
“You’ll never do it. I’m too strong for the likes of you. My magic is greater than yours, you—” Yaxley’s speech ended abruptly as Ron heard the sound of Draco running him through with a sword.
“The trouble with Death Eaters is that they love to talk too much. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Malfoy. I just have one question: where the hell did you get that cane?”
“It was my father’s. I took lessons.”
“Why did you save me?”
“I may be mad, but it seemed as if Yaxley was rather intent upon finishing you off! Would you rather I’d let him torture you?” Draco asked, sounding bewildered and defensive.
“I’m just surprised. You always tell me what a lousy partner I am. You looked as if someone had cast a Revulsion Jinx on you when Kingsley paired the two of us together.”
“Yes, well, that was months ago, was it not? You’ve rather grown on me since we’ve been stuck out here in the wilderness.”
“You like me?”
“I didn’t say that. I said you’d grown on me. Like a poisonous toadstool. Or toxic mould."
“You like me, admit it.”
“I will not. You are the most infuriating human being on this planet, and I don’t know why I bothered saving your freckled arse. Get up. I need to take you to St. Mungo’s.”
“I don’t want to go to St. Mungo’s. They’ll make me take all sorts of nasty potions that taste like doxie droppings and bat shit.”
“You do realize you sound like a foul-mouthed little child? Taking potions is the easy part. The hard bits are over.”
“I still hate taking potions. They make me want to gag,” Ron persisted.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that an easy job will seem harder the longer you put it off? Let’s just go to St. Mungo’s. It looks like Yaxley landed a Burning Dart curse right on your arse.”
“Can’t you just kiss it better?”
Ron dodged the jet of red light coming from Yaxley’s hex, panting with exertion.
“That’s it you Death Eater scum; we’re going to take you out like last week’s rubbish!”
“You’ll never do it. I’m too strong for the likes of you. My magic is greater than yours, you—” Yaxley’s speech ended abruptly as Ron heard the sound of Draco running him through with a sword.
“The trouble with Death Eaters is that they love to talk too much. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Malfoy. I just have one question: where the hell did you get that cane?”
“It was my father’s. I took lessons.”
“Why did you save me?”
“I may be mad, but it seemed as if Yaxley was rather intent upon finishing you off! Would you rather I’d let him torture you?” Draco asked, sounding bewildered and defensive.
“I’m just surprised. You always tell me what a lousy partner I am. You looked as if someone had cast a Revulsion Jinx on you when Kingsley paired the two of us together.”
“Yes, well, that was months ago, was it not? You’ve rather grown on me since we’ve been stuck out here in the wilderness.”
“You like me?”
“I didn’t say that. I said you’d grown on me. Like a poisonous toadstool. Or toxic mould."
“You like me, admit it.”
“I will not. You are the most infuriating human being on this planet, and I don’t know why I bothered saving your freckled arse. Get up. I need to take you to St. Mungo’s.”
“I don’t want to go to St. Mungo’s. They’ll make me take all sorts of nasty potions that taste like doxie droppings and bat shit.”
“You do realize you sound like a foul-mouthed little child? Taking potions is the easy part. The hard bits are over.”
“I still hate taking potions. They make me want to gag,” Ron persisted.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that an easy job will seem harder the longer you put it off? Let’s just go to St. Mungo’s. It looks like Yaxley landed a Burning Dart curse right on your arse.”
“Can’t you just kiss it better?”
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Oh, I so love their snark: You've grown on me... like toxic mould... :D *giggles herself silly*
Absolutely loved it - you should definitely do more! :D
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And this:
“I didn’t say that. I said you’d grown on me. Like a poisonous toadstool. Or toxic mould."
Hahaha, this is so Draco. Lovely work!
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