Undercover
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bleedingangel84Title: Undercover
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Pre-slash
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 214- "Live a want to life. Not a have to life."; Being on time (or not);Tourist
Notes: Ron/Draco took over my brain this week. Hope readers like this.
Summary: Ron and Draco are undercover.
“Weasley, do you never stop eating?! We are on assignment here.”
“I know that, Malfoy. But we are supposed to be imitating Muggle tourists, and they tend to do lots of eating on holiday. Or so I’ve heard. Besides, this is the best pasta I’ve ever eaten. Are you sure you don’t want to try a bite?” Ron offered.
“No, I’m quite satisfied with my coffee, thank you.”
“Your loss, Malfoy. You make me quite sad sometimes.”
“How do I do that, pray tell?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re just always so…stiff. Buttoned up. It never seems like you’re living the life you want to live. It’s more like you’re living the life you have to live.”
“Since when did you start practising Mind Healing, Weaselbee?”
“Hit a nerve, did I?”
“Even if you had, why in Merlin’s name would I tell you? That would be the height of foolishness. Father always taught me never to expose my vulnerabilities to an enemy.”
“We swore off being enemies when we became Auror partners, didn’t we? Or did I miss something?”
“All right, so we aren’t enemies any longer. That still doesn’t mean I feel comfortable baring my soul to you over a plate of pasta.”
“Why can’t you just admit that you’re human, Malfoy? You don’t always have to be so bloody in control, you know.”
“Asking me to give up control would be like asking you to stop eating bacon. It’s not going to happen, Weasley. We should go. Yaxley is on the move, and I do hate being late to an engagement.”
“We have plenty of time, Ferret. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
“I’m not wearing knickers, Weasley.”
“It’s a Muggle saying. It means don’t get upset. Yaxley isn’t due to leave for fifteen more minutes, and we’ll be right on time to place him in Azkaban’s darkest cell, I promise you—if you do me one favour.”
“What? What do you want?”
“Take a bite of my pasta.”
“You never give up, do you?”
“No, I don’t. Weasley’s are stubborn that way.”
“You win. I’ll try your damn pasta.”
“I could get used to hearing that.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: 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 214- "Live a want to life. Not a have to life."; Being on time (or not);TouristNotes: Ron/Draco took over my brain this week. Hope readers like this.
Summary: Ron and Draco are undercover.
“Weasley, do you never stop eating?! We are on assignment here.”
“I know that, Malfoy. But we are supposed to be imitating Muggle tourists, and they tend to do lots of eating on holiday. Or so I’ve heard. Besides, this is the best pasta I’ve ever eaten. Are you sure you don’t want to try a bite?” Ron offered.
“No, I’m quite satisfied with my coffee, thank you.”
“Your loss, Malfoy. You make me quite sad sometimes.”
“How do I do that, pray tell?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re just always so…stiff. Buttoned up. It never seems like you’re living the life you want to live. It’s more like you’re living the life you have to live.”
“Since when did you start practising Mind Healing, Weaselbee?”
“Hit a nerve, did I?”
“Even if you had, why in Merlin’s name would I tell you? That would be the height of foolishness. Father always taught me never to expose my vulnerabilities to an enemy.”
“We swore off being enemies when we became Auror partners, didn’t we? Or did I miss something?”
“All right, so we aren’t enemies any longer. That still doesn’t mean I feel comfortable baring my soul to you over a plate of pasta.”
“Why can’t you just admit that you’re human, Malfoy? You don’t always have to be so bloody in control, you know.”
“Asking me to give up control would be like asking you to stop eating bacon. It’s not going to happen, Weasley. We should go. Yaxley is on the move, and I do hate being late to an engagement.”
“We have plenty of time, Ferret. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
“I’m not wearing knickers, Weasley.”
“It’s a Muggle saying. It means don’t get upset. Yaxley isn’t due to leave for fifteen more minutes, and we’ll be right on time to place him in Azkaban’s darkest cell, I promise you—if you do me one favour.”
“What? What do you want?”
“Take a bite of my pasta.”
“You never give up, do you?”
“No, I don’t. Weasley’s are stubborn that way.”
“You win. I’ll try your damn pasta.”
“I could get used to hearing that.”
“Don’t bet on it.”