Post-match
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bleedingangel84Title: Post-match
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Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Arguing
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365-“I am also concerned not to come off as shrill or preachy when what I really am is more like confused.” ― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other
Essays; Cantankerous; Snitchnip
Notes: Sequel to Pre-match. I blame the prompts. I really hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Ron takes Draco to dinner.
“I can’t believe the referee accused you of snitchnipping,” Draco grumbled. “Like you could snitchnip with those huge paws of yours.”
“Maybe Davies put him under some kind of spell again.”
“If he did, then Davies is a bigger fool than I realised, even for him.”
“No one ever said he was the sharpest tool in the shed, eh?”
“You’ve a point there right enough. I’ll kill him.”
“Don’t! Then you’d be in Azkaban, and where would the team be?”
“They have reserve Seekers for a reason, Ronald.”
“Are you always this cantankerous, or is only with me?” Ron asked, bemused.
“I am not cantankerous at all,” Draco insisted.
“What would you call it, then, when you argue with everything I say?”
“I do not! We merely converse in a unique fashion!” Draco screeched.
“Well lower your voice, Malfoy, or your ‘unique fashion’ will get us booted from the restaurant. And I do rather want to enjoy my meal. We did win, after all, so there’s no need to be upset.”
“I think perhaps I’ve had just a touch too much wine, Weasley. My deepest apologies.”
“Now, don’t go doing that again.” Ron said with a sigh.
“Doing what?”
“Hiding behind formalities, Malfoy. You do that far too often.”
“It’s how I was brought up, Weasley. I’m also concerned not to come across as shrill or preachy, when what I really am is more like confused. Why did you ask me to dinner?”
“Because I wanted to? Because you’re a challenge? Because you’re a puzzle? Because you look bloody brilliant in your Quidditch kit? Take your pick.”
“But why? We hated each other for years. Our families have always feuded. By rights, we should avoid each other at all costs. I should be running in the opposite direction. And you should be heading for the hills, marrying Granger and having many ginger-haired, freckled offspring with beaver teeth.”
“I should be insulted, but I’m feeling too good to take your Malfoy drivel seriously,” Ron admitted, sounding amused.
“You are so strange, Weasley. Why did you ask me out?” Draco persisted.
“Well. Let’s just say that I’ve never been too good at doing what I’m supposed to.”
Author:
bleedingangel84Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Arguing
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365-“I am also concerned not to come off as shrill or preachy when what I really am is more like confused.” ― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and OtherEssays; Cantankerous; Snitchnip
Notes: Sequel to Pre-match. I blame the prompts. I really hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Ron takes Draco to dinner.
Post-match
“I can’t believe the referee accused you of snitchnipping,” Draco grumbled. “Like you could snitchnip with those huge paws of yours.”
“Maybe Davies put him under some kind of spell again.”
“If he did, then Davies is a bigger fool than I realised, even for him.”
“No one ever said he was the sharpest tool in the shed, eh?”
“You’ve a point there right enough. I’ll kill him.”
“Don’t! Then you’d be in Azkaban, and where would the team be?”
“They have reserve Seekers for a reason, Ronald.”
“Are you always this cantankerous, or is only with me?” Ron asked, bemused.
“I am not cantankerous at all,” Draco insisted.
“What would you call it, then, when you argue with everything I say?”
“I do not! We merely converse in a unique fashion!” Draco screeched.
“Well lower your voice, Malfoy, or your ‘unique fashion’ will get us booted from the restaurant. And I do rather want to enjoy my meal. We did win, after all, so there’s no need to be upset.”
“I think perhaps I’ve had just a touch too much wine, Weasley. My deepest apologies.”
“Now, don’t go doing that again.” Ron said with a sigh.
“Doing what?”
“Hiding behind formalities, Malfoy. You do that far too often.”
“It’s how I was brought up, Weasley. I’m also concerned not to come across as shrill or preachy, when what I really am is more like confused. Why did you ask me to dinner?”
“Because I wanted to? Because you’re a challenge? Because you’re a puzzle? Because you look bloody brilliant in your Quidditch kit? Take your pick.”
“But why? We hated each other for years. Our families have always feuded. By rights, we should avoid each other at all costs. I should be running in the opposite direction. And you should be heading for the hills, marrying Granger and having many ginger-haired, freckled offspring with beaver teeth.”
“I should be insulted, but I’m feeling too good to take your Malfoy drivel seriously,” Ron admitted, sounding amused.
“You are so strange, Weasley. Why did you ask me out?” Draco persisted.
“Well. Let’s just say that I’ve never been too good at doing what I’m supposed to.”