Burying the Hatchet
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bleedingangel84Title: Burying the Hatchet
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Flirting, 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 240- “The past beats inside me like a second heart.” –John Bainville, The Sea, Incisive, Derided
Notes: Ron and Draco took over my brain for this. I don’t normally write infidelity, but this is what came out of my fingers. I just went where the story led me, so I hope readers don’t mind too much. No one is cheating yet.
Summary: Ron is a food critic, and Draco is a chef with more than food on the brain.
“Ah, Weasley. Back again, I see. I was quite sure you wouldn’t come around here again after the last review you wrote, in which you spectacularly derided my cuisine as too rich.”
“I was badgered into giving you a second chance, Malfoy. My wife is the Minister for Magic. She said it wouldn’t be right not to give you a fair chance and that it was time I stop letting the past beat inside me like a second heart, whatever that means.”
“I think it was her way of telling you to stop letting our past rivalry influence your review of my food.”
“Well, why could she not have just said that, then? It makes more sense when you say it.”
“Was that almost complimentary, Weasley?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. Your ego is quite large enough as it is.”
“Well, that is quite the incisive bit of criticism if I’ve ever heard it. You wound me, Weasley.”
“We both know that isn’t so. You’ve never cared what I thought.”
“How would you know that when you’ve never taken the time to get to know me?”
“Why would I have taken the time to get to know someone who insulted me with every breath he uttered?”
“You have a fair point, Weasley. I have insulted you often. But we’ve both grown up since eleven. I’m not a child any longer, and neither are you. Why can’t we put the past behind us?”
“I’m willing if you are, Malfoy.”
“I’m the one who asked you, Weasley.”
“So you are.”
“Well, all right, then. What shall I get you to start?”
“What would you recommend?”
“Why don’t I just bring you a sample plate of everything? I know you have a healthy appetite.”
“Hermione says I eat like a horse.”
“I appreciate a man who enjoys good food.”
“It’s a pity my wife doesn’t share that philosophy. She says it’s disgusting that I still eat like a teenager, and that my palate needs to mature.”
“Perhaps I can help you in that endeavor, Weasley.”
“If you’re sure you’re up to the challenge, Mafoy.”
“I promise you that by dessert, you’ll be moaning in orgasmic ecstasy.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Flirting, 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 240- “The past beats inside me like a second heart.” –John Bainville, The Sea, Incisive, DeridedNotes: Ron and Draco took over my brain for this. I don’t normally write infidelity, but this is what came out of my fingers. I just went where the story led me, so I hope readers don’t mind too much. No one is cheating yet.
Summary: Ron is a food critic, and Draco is a chef with more than food on the brain.
“Ah, Weasley. Back again, I see. I was quite sure you wouldn’t come around here again after the last review you wrote, in which you spectacularly derided my cuisine as too rich.”
“I was badgered into giving you a second chance, Malfoy. My wife is the Minister for Magic. She said it wouldn’t be right not to give you a fair chance and that it was time I stop letting the past beat inside me like a second heart, whatever that means.”
“I think it was her way of telling you to stop letting our past rivalry influence your review of my food.”
“Well, why could she not have just said that, then? It makes more sense when you say it.”
“Was that almost complimentary, Weasley?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. Your ego is quite large enough as it is.”
“Well, that is quite the incisive bit of criticism if I’ve ever heard it. You wound me, Weasley.”
“We both know that isn’t so. You’ve never cared what I thought.”
“How would you know that when you’ve never taken the time to get to know me?”
“Why would I have taken the time to get to know someone who insulted me with every breath he uttered?”
“You have a fair point, Weasley. I have insulted you often. But we’ve both grown up since eleven. I’m not a child any longer, and neither are you. Why can’t we put the past behind us?”
“I’m willing if you are, Malfoy.”
“I’m the one who asked you, Weasley.”
“So you are.”
“Well, all right, then. What shall I get you to start?”
“What would you recommend?”
“Why don’t I just bring you a sample plate of everything? I know you have a healthy appetite.”
“Hermione says I eat like a horse.”
“I appreciate a man who enjoys good food.”
“It’s a pity my wife doesn’t share that philosophy. She says it’s disgusting that I still eat like a teenager, and that my palate needs to mature.”
“Perhaps I can help you in that endeavor, Weasley.”
“If you’re sure you’re up to the challenge, Mafoy.”
“I promise you that by dessert, you’ll be moaning in orgasmic ecstasy.”