Coming Home

[bleedingangel84]

 Title: Coming Home

Author: bleedingangel84 

Beta: None

Pairing:  Ron/Draco

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, 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 # 188-“Nothing burns like the cold.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones;" Seen and Heard";Gladrags Wizardwear

Notes: Ron/Draco kidnapped my thoughts for this one. I hope readers enjoy. I know it’s April, but the prompt screamed Christmas. My brain is strange, I know.

Summary: Ron welcomes Draco home from Christmas shopping.

 

 

 

Coming Home

 

 

 

“Come in from the cold, love. Merlin, you’re freezing! Let me get you some hot chocolate.”

“Next year, it’s your turn to go shopping for your vast horde of over-demonstrative relatives, Weasley. My fingers are only just now getting their feeling back. And they’re starting to burn. Circe, that fucking hurts. You owe me.”

“But you’re so much better at shopping than I’ll ever be. You always know just what to buy everyone.”

“The clerks at Gladrags Wizardwear still give me dirty looks every time I go in there. They all think I corrupted Harry Potter’s best mate.”

Ron snorted inelegantly, spluttering in amusement. “That’s rubbish, and you know it. Neither one of us is corrupt. You proved that when you switched sides and came over to help us defeat the snake-faced bastard that had been terrorising us all.”

“They don’t see it that way, you realise. ‘Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater’, they say. Always whispering behind their hands as if I can’t see or hear what they say.”

Fury simmered in Ron’s eyes, turning them into chips of cold blue ice. “Those people aren’t worthy to lick Hippogriff shit from your dragon-skin boots. I hope you hexed their arses.”

“Of course I didn’t. That would’ve been playing straight into their image of me, and you know how I hate being predictable. I just smiled and wished them all a Happy Christmas. It was actually quite comical. One poor old crone looked like she’d swallowed Bobotuber pus when I spoke to her.”

Ron chuckled softly, taking Draco’s still-cold hands into his large palms. “I’m proud of you, Malfoy. You know I love you, yeah?”

“You had better, after what I just went through for you. Next time, we will get our Christmas shopping completed early. Merlin knows I don’t have the patience to deal with that many children again. My ears are still ringing from their tantrums. No wonder my father always said children should be seen and not heard.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to practise making one of our own?”

“My father didn’t always know what he was talking about, did he?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”