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bleedingangel84Title: In Return
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 224-“I disliked numbers, and they didn't think much of me either.” ― R.J. Anderson, Ultraviolet, Math, Famous
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I apologise to the mods and readers for the lateness of this post. RL has been hectic and hairy, but I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Draco makes a bargain with Ron.
“Weasley! What brings you here?”
“Hermione sent me.”
“Ah, so you’re fulfilling your role as hen-pecked husband. How disappointingly predictable.”
“Malfoy, she’s not my wife anymore. And I was never a hen-pecked husband, even when we were married, so kindly shut up. Unless you desire me to go elsewhere? Is Weasley money not quality enough for you?”
“I didn’t say that. So you kindly stop putting words in my mouth. What can I do for you?”
“Hermione says you’ve a head for numbers, and Maths was never my best subject. I hated numbers, and they didn’t think much of me, either. We need someone to keep the books. Would you be willing? George authorised me to pay you as many galleons as you asked for.”
“Of course I’ll do it. I’ll even charge a reasonable fee. If…”
“If what? If I kneel at your feet and kiss your shiny dragon-leather boots?”
“I had no idea you were so kinky, Weasley.”
“I’m—you’re—oh, just shut up, would you? What is it that you want from me? The Malfoys are famous for exploiting people. I should’ve known you’d want something in return. But I draw the line at my firstborn child, Rumpelstiltskin.”
“Rumple who? You’re talking more nonsense than usual.”
“It’s a Muggle fairytale, Malfoy.”
“I see. And why did he want firstborn children? Did he eat them?"
“No. He wanted power.”
“I see. I don’t want power.”
“What do you want, then?”
“Dinner. With you. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Hermione said I was always hungry. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“And you want to eat dinner with me in exchange for helping us with our books?”
“That would be a good start, yes.”
“A start? What does that mean?”
“It means I’d want dessert with you as well. If you’ve no objections.”
“I like desserts.”
“I’ve been told I make a rather excellent chocolate gateau.”
“Chocolate gateau is my favourite.”
“I know.”
“How did you know?”
“You always ate it at Hogwarts. I could never take my eyes off the way you fellated your fork every time.”
“You have a dirty mind.”
“I know.”
“I think this should be an interesting dinner.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 224-“I disliked numbers, and they didn't think much of me either.” ― R.J. Anderson, Ultraviolet, Math, FamousDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I apologise to the mods and readers for the lateness of this post. RL has been hectic and hairy, but I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Draco makes a bargain with Ron.
“Weasley! What brings you here?”
“Hermione sent me.”
“Ah, so you’re fulfilling your role as hen-pecked husband. How disappointingly predictable.”
“Malfoy, she’s not my wife anymore. And I was never a hen-pecked husband, even when we were married, so kindly shut up. Unless you desire me to go elsewhere? Is Weasley money not quality enough for you?”
“I didn’t say that. So you kindly stop putting words in my mouth. What can I do for you?”
“Hermione says you’ve a head for numbers, and Maths was never my best subject. I hated numbers, and they didn’t think much of me, either. We need someone to keep the books. Would you be willing? George authorised me to pay you as many galleons as you asked for.”
“Of course I’ll do it. I’ll even charge a reasonable fee. If…”
“If what? If I kneel at your feet and kiss your shiny dragon-leather boots?”
“I had no idea you were so kinky, Weasley.”
“I’m—you’re—oh, just shut up, would you? What is it that you want from me? The Malfoys are famous for exploiting people. I should’ve known you’d want something in return. But I draw the line at my firstborn child, Rumpelstiltskin.”
“Rumple who? You’re talking more nonsense than usual.”
“It’s a Muggle fairytale, Malfoy.”
“I see. And why did he want firstborn children? Did he eat them?"
“No. He wanted power.”
“I see. I don’t want power.”
“What do you want, then?”
“Dinner. With you. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Hermione said I was always hungry. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“And you want to eat dinner with me in exchange for helping us with our books?”
“That would be a good start, yes.”
“A start? What does that mean?”
“It means I’d want dessert with you as well. If you’ve no objections.”
“I like desserts.”
“I’ve been told I make a rather excellent chocolate gateau.”
“Chocolate gateau is my favourite.”
“I know.”
“How did you know?”
“You always ate it at Hogwarts. I could never take my eyes off the way you fellated your fork every time.”
“You have a dirty mind.”
“I know.”
“I think this should be an interesting dinner.”