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bleedingangel84) wrote2017-09-29 04:22 pm
bleedingangel84) wrote2017-09-29 04:22 pm
Weasel and Ferret
Title: Weasel and Ferret
Author: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 211-Old Songs; Modern Art; Newborn
Notes: Draco and Ron took over my fingers. This is the result. I hope readers enjoy this little thing.
Summary: A weasel and a ferret meet in a bar…
“For Merlin’s sake, Weasley, is that your stomach growling, or have you recently swallowed a bear?”
“Oh, har har, Malfoy. I can’t help it that I’m hungry.”
“The only thing I’ve seen that eats more than you is a newborn baby. And they’re still growing. What’s your excuse?”
“I have a healthy appetite and a fast metabolism, Malfoy. You, on the other hand, eat like a rabbit.”
“Been watch me? How intriguing. I bet your bushy-haired wife would be interested to know that little tidbit of information.”
“Honestly, Malfoy, don’t you read? Hermione and I separated months ago. I thought everyone knew that by now. Merlin knows it was all over the Prophet.”
“That was true? I thought it was the paper merely exaggerating things as usual. Like the time they said Potter had resigned from the Aurors to take up a career in modern art.”
“They don’t always get everything wrong. Only about half the things they print are lies, and the rest…well, every story has a small kernel of truth to it.”
“So, it is it true that your wife left you to sing old songs with a classic rock band?”
“That bit was exaggerated, I’m afraid. The split was mutual. We both discovered that our eyes had started wandering towards our own sex more often, so we decided to call it quits. We’re still friends, but that’s all.”
“I swear, you lot belong on a chat show or something.”
“Says the man with a Death Eater past.”
“Touché. That was an almost Slytherin comment, Weaselbee.”
“Was that a compliment, Malfoy? I’m flattered.”
“I’m rather surprised. I was under the impression you thought all Slytherins were evil gits.”
“It’s still nice to be praised, even if it comes from an evil git.”
“Fair point, that. Can I buy you a pint?”
“What about some fish and chips? My stomach thinks my throat’s been cut, and I’d rather have my head clear when I kiss you later on.”
“Fair enough. But I think I’ll be the one kissing you.”
“You wish, Malfoy. I’m going to be the one on top when the night is done.”
“We shall see, Weasel.”
“Come and get it, Ferret.”
Author:
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.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 211-Old Songs; Modern Art; NewbornNotes: Draco and Ron took over my fingers. This is the result. I hope readers enjoy this little thing.
Summary: A weasel and a ferret meet in a bar…
“For Merlin’s sake, Weasley, is that your stomach growling, or have you recently swallowed a bear?”
“Oh, har har, Malfoy. I can’t help it that I’m hungry.”
“The only thing I’ve seen that eats more than you is a newborn baby. And they’re still growing. What’s your excuse?”
“I have a healthy appetite and a fast metabolism, Malfoy. You, on the other hand, eat like a rabbit.”
“Been watch me? How intriguing. I bet your bushy-haired wife would be interested to know that little tidbit of information.”
“Honestly, Malfoy, don’t you read? Hermione and I separated months ago. I thought everyone knew that by now. Merlin knows it was all over the Prophet.”
“That was true? I thought it was the paper merely exaggerating things as usual. Like the time they said Potter had resigned from the Aurors to take up a career in modern art.”
“They don’t always get everything wrong. Only about half the things they print are lies, and the rest…well, every story has a small kernel of truth to it.”
“So, it is it true that your wife left you to sing old songs with a classic rock band?”
“That bit was exaggerated, I’m afraid. The split was mutual. We both discovered that our eyes had started wandering towards our own sex more often, so we decided to call it quits. We’re still friends, but that’s all.”
“I swear, you lot belong on a chat show or something.”
“Says the man with a Death Eater past.”
“Touché. That was an almost Slytherin comment, Weaselbee.”
“Was that a compliment, Malfoy? I’m flattered.”
“I’m rather surprised. I was under the impression you thought all Slytherins were evil gits.”
“It’s still nice to be praised, even if it comes from an evil git.”
“Fair point, that. Can I buy you a pint?”
“What about some fish and chips? My stomach thinks my throat’s been cut, and I’d rather have my head clear when I kiss you later on.”
“Fair enough. But I think I’ll be the one kissing you.”
“You wish, Malfoy. I’m going to be the one on top when the night is done.”
“We shall see, Weasel.”
“Come and get it, Ferret.”