![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bleedingangel84Title: Pre-match
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, pre-slash
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts365 Prompt 171-“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.” ― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World; Decode; Thundelarra Thunderers
Notes: Blame this one on this week’s prompts. I hope readers enjoy. Now with a sequel: Post-match
Summary: Draco and Ron are on the same Quidditch team.
“Weasley, you idiot, get out there! This is the championship game for us, and we can’t win it without our Keeper. The Thunderlarra Thunderers handed our arses to us on silver platters last time we played them. I can’t lose to them again.”
Ron, hearing muted due to the headphones over his ears, carried on singing with abandon, swaying to music only he could hear. Draco came over and thumped him on the back, causing him to jump up with a start.
“Merlin, Malfoy! Warn a bloke next time, yeah?” Ron barked.
“I tried, Weasel, but I gather that you failed to hear me because of those contraptions. What in Merlin’s name were you doing?” Draco asked, bemused.
“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.”
“How in the name of Circe am I supposed to decode that?”
“It means that I was listening to music to help me loosen up for the game, Malfoy.”
“Merlin, Weasley. You wax poetic at the oddest times. Are you certain you’ve not been Polyjuiced or some such thing?” Draco wondered aloud.
“I thought you’d appreciate the fact that I picked up a bit of culture.”
“Culture has never been your strong point, Weasley. And since when have you ever given a flying fig what I think?”
“Since we were both drafted to the same Quidditch team and forced to spend most of the year together in very cramped quarters,” Ron answered readily.
‘Yes, well, much as I admire your attempts to better yourself, we are teammates, Weasley, and we have a game to play. We can’t afford to be distracted.”
‘Who’s distracted? I only did it because I get tired of you taking the piss so often. Contrary to what you think, I’m not an idiot.”
‘I know that, Weaselbee. Would you hurry up before we have to forfeit the damn game?"
“If you know that, then why do you always call me an idiot?’ Ron asked.
“Fuck, Weasley, that’s just a habit by now. I’ve been calling you an idiot since first year. That doesn’t mean I believe it.”
“Will you eat dinner with me?”
“If we win.”
Author:
bleedingangel84Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, pre-slash
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 171-“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.” ― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World; Decode; Thundelarra ThunderersNotes: Blame this one on this week’s prompts. I hope readers enjoy. Now with a sequel: Post-match
Summary: Draco and Ron are on the same Quidditch team.
Pre-match
“Weasley, you idiot, get out there! This is the championship game for us, and we can’t win it without our Keeper. The Thunderlarra Thunderers handed our arses to us on silver platters last time we played them. I can’t lose to them again.”
Ron, hearing muted due to the headphones over his ears, carried on singing with abandon, swaying to music only he could hear. Draco came over and thumped him on the back, causing him to jump up with a start.
“Merlin, Malfoy! Warn a bloke next time, yeah?” Ron barked.
“I tried, Weasel, but I gather that you failed to hear me because of those contraptions. What in Merlin’s name were you doing?” Draco asked, bemused.
“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.”
“How in the name of Circe am I supposed to decode that?”
“It means that I was listening to music to help me loosen up for the game, Malfoy.”
“Merlin, Weasley. You wax poetic at the oddest times. Are you certain you’ve not been Polyjuiced or some such thing?” Draco wondered aloud.
“I thought you’d appreciate the fact that I picked up a bit of culture.”
“Culture has never been your strong point, Weasley. And since when have you ever given a flying fig what I think?”
“Since we were both drafted to the same Quidditch team and forced to spend most of the year together in very cramped quarters,” Ron answered readily.
‘Yes, well, much as I admire your attempts to better yourself, we are teammates, Weasley, and we have a game to play. We can’t afford to be distracted.”
‘Who’s distracted? I only did it because I get tired of you taking the piss so often. Contrary to what you think, I’m not an idiot.”
‘I know that, Weaselbee. Would you hurry up before we have to forfeit the damn game?"
“If you know that, then why do you always call me an idiot?’ Ron asked.
“Fuck, Weasley, that’s just a habit by now. I’ve been calling you an idiot since first year. That doesn’t mean I believe it.”
“Will you eat dinner with me?”
“If we win.”
no subject
on 2016-12-19 11:00 pm (UTC)Aww, it's seven kinds of sweet of my poor Ronnie, trying to get a bit more sophisticated (to make an impression, surely?), and Draco grudgingly admitting that he didn't really think Ron was an idiot, at least not any longer, but this was one habit hard to break (I'm sure it's a perfectly good Malfyoian substitute for "pumpkin" or something really endearing, LOL).
Cute little story, dear! Those two always put a smile on my face!
no subject
on 2016-12-28 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2016-12-20 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
on 2016-12-28 07:35 pm (UTC)