Not Going Anywhere
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bleedingangel84Title: Not Going Anywhere
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight sexual suggestion, language
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 #179- “Whoops - My wand is a little over excited!”;Garrotting Gas; Conservator
Notes: I wrote Ron/Draco this week because Ron/Draco has taken over my brain. I hope readers enjoy this random silliness.
Summary: Draco rescues Ron when he gets into trouble.
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight sexual suggestion, language
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt #179- “Whoops - My wand is a little over excited!”;Garrotting Gas; ConservatorNotes: I wrote Ron/Draco this week because Ron/Draco has taken over my brain. I hope readers enjoy this random silliness.
Summary: Draco rescues Ron when he gets into trouble.
Not Going Anywhere
“Weasley, only you would go barreling into a crime scene without casting proper protective spells first.”
“I was in a bloody hurry, Malfoy. It’s not as though I wanted to walk face first into Garroting Gas, is it?’ Ron muttered irritably.
“One would think you had a burning desire to do exactly that, considering the way you went haring off after our suspect. You are extremely lucky you don’t need a conservator. If I wasn’t so relieved that you’re all right, I might consider killing you myself.”
“Aww, I love you too, Malfoy. So lovely to know that you care about me so much.”
“You great prat. You are a thorn in my side and nothing more,” Draco growled, but there was fondness in his eyes.
“You tolerate me because no one else could put up with your high-maintenance arse as a partner. Don’t even bother trying to deny that one, Malfoy. It won’t work,” Ron said smugly.
“Weasley, you are an idiot, and you could’ve been killed. We’re supposed to be a team. Don’t even think about pulling a stunt like that again, or I will kill you,” Draco said, a worried scowl marring his elegant features.
“Draco, I’m fine, and Lestrange is dead. You saved me,” Ron reminded him.
“We got lucky. He might’ve had you,” Draco said with a quiver in his voice.
“I’m not going anywhere, Malfoy. I’m that stubborn grass stain that you just can’t get rid of.”
“Must you annoy me, even in hospital?” Draco questioned, exasperated.
“Yes, I must. How would you know I was well unless I was taking the piss? No matter what you say, I know you secretly like it.”
“Keep dreaming, Weaselbee,” Draco smirked.
“Will you fill out the report for me when you get back to the office?” Ron pleaded.
“I’m not letting you out of doing the report, even if you are ill. It was your idea to go tearing off like a madman.”
“You are evil. I hate you.”
“You do not. You love me. Or at least, part of you does.”
“Whoops—my wand is a little over-excited.”
“Whatever you say, Weasley. Remind me to save your life more often.”
“I was in a bloody hurry, Malfoy. It’s not as though I wanted to walk face first into Garroting Gas, is it?’ Ron muttered irritably.
“One would think you had a burning desire to do exactly that, considering the way you went haring off after our suspect. You are extremely lucky you don’t need a conservator. If I wasn’t so relieved that you’re all right, I might consider killing you myself.”
“Aww, I love you too, Malfoy. So lovely to know that you care about me so much.”
“You great prat. You are a thorn in my side and nothing more,” Draco growled, but there was fondness in his eyes.
“You tolerate me because no one else could put up with your high-maintenance arse as a partner. Don’t even bother trying to deny that one, Malfoy. It won’t work,” Ron said smugly.
“Weasley, you are an idiot, and you could’ve been killed. We’re supposed to be a team. Don’t even think about pulling a stunt like that again, or I will kill you,” Draco said, a worried scowl marring his elegant features.
“Draco, I’m fine, and Lestrange is dead. You saved me,” Ron reminded him.
“We got lucky. He might’ve had you,” Draco said with a quiver in his voice.
“I’m not going anywhere, Malfoy. I’m that stubborn grass stain that you just can’t get rid of.”
“Must you annoy me, even in hospital?” Draco questioned, exasperated.
“Yes, I must. How would you know I was well unless I was taking the piss? No matter what you say, I know you secretly like it.”
“Keep dreaming, Weaselbee,” Draco smirked.
“Will you fill out the report for me when you get back to the office?” Ron pleaded.
“I’m not letting you out of doing the report, even if you are ill. It was your idea to go tearing off like a madman.”
“You are evil. I hate you.”
“You do not. You love me. Or at least, part of you does.”
“Whoops—my wand is a little over-excited.”
“Whatever you say, Weasley. Remind me to save your life more often.”