Delicious Dessert
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bleedingangel84Title: Delicious Dessert
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion, UST, Pre-slash
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 242-“When love is not madness it is not love.”― Pedro Calderón de la Barca, Bottle, Drill
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Sequel/Follow-up to Burying the Hatchet. Apologies that this is late, but I do hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Ron tries Draco’s dessert.
“Oh, Merlin! That is sooo good! You should bottle that sauce and sell it, Malfoy!”
“I told you my food would get you moaning, did I not?”
“You did. And you were right, Malfoy. I’m sorry I gave you such horrid reviews before. I suppose I wasn’t quite as ready to let the past go as I should have been.”
“That’s putting it mildly, Weasley. You compared visiting my restaurant to going under the dentist’s drill. At least your insults were rather inventive. I’d hate to think you’d lost any of your edge since Hogwarts.”
“You’re still quite mental, Malfoy. I’d almost think you took pleasure in being insulted.”
“Negative attention is still attention, Weasley. If you were insulting me, at least it required you to think of me. I was always an outsider to yours and Potter’s little gang of Gryffindorks, and in some ways, I think it did drive me quite mad. All I wanted was to be accepted.”
“You chose some mad ways to show that, then.”
“I know that now, Weaselbee. But back then, all I knew was what my father had taught me, so I used it. I was a child, and I made mistakes.”
“You weren’t the only one, Malfoy. I’ve made my fair share of them, too.”
“This conversation seems to be going in a rather morose direction. May I offer you some dessert? I have a rather decadent raspberry torte on offer. Or perhaps you prefer chocolate mousse?"
“That sounds perfect. I’m absolutely mad for anything chocolate. Hermione says my love of chocolate rivals any woman she’s ever known.”
“If it’s not madness it’s not truly love, I say.”
“Thank you.”
“I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when you try my mousse. It’s to die for.”
“We’ll see how good it is.”
Draco hurried to the table, taking the lid off the dish with a flourish.
“Taste it, Weasley. You’ll swoon.”
Ron did as ordered and felt as if everything in the world disappeared for an instant as the taste of rich, exquisite chocolate filled his senses.
“My god. If that mousse were a person, I’d make love to it. That should be illegal.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion, UST, Pre-slash
Word Count: 365
Written for: Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 242-“When love is not madness it is not love.”― Pedro Calderón de la Barca, Bottle, DrillDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Sequel/Follow-up to Burying the Hatchet. Apologies that this is late, but I do hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Ron tries Draco’s dessert.
“Oh, Merlin! That is sooo good! You should bottle that sauce and sell it, Malfoy!”
“I told you my food would get you moaning, did I not?”
“You did. And you were right, Malfoy. I’m sorry I gave you such horrid reviews before. I suppose I wasn’t quite as ready to let the past go as I should have been.”
“That’s putting it mildly, Weasley. You compared visiting my restaurant to going under the dentist’s drill. At least your insults were rather inventive. I’d hate to think you’d lost any of your edge since Hogwarts.”
“You’re still quite mental, Malfoy. I’d almost think you took pleasure in being insulted.”
“Negative attention is still attention, Weasley. If you were insulting me, at least it required you to think of me. I was always an outsider to yours and Potter’s little gang of Gryffindorks, and in some ways, I think it did drive me quite mad. All I wanted was to be accepted.”
“You chose some mad ways to show that, then.”
“I know that now, Weaselbee. But back then, all I knew was what my father had taught me, so I used it. I was a child, and I made mistakes.”
“You weren’t the only one, Malfoy. I’ve made my fair share of them, too.”
“This conversation seems to be going in a rather morose direction. May I offer you some dessert? I have a rather decadent raspberry torte on offer. Or perhaps you prefer chocolate mousse?"
“That sounds perfect. I’m absolutely mad for anything chocolate. Hermione says my love of chocolate rivals any woman she’s ever known.”
“If it’s not madness it’s not truly love, I say.”
“Thank you.”
“I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when you try my mousse. It’s to die for.”
“We’ll see how good it is.”
Draco hurried to the table, taking the lid off the dish with a flourish.
“Taste it, Weasley. You’ll swoon.”
Ron did as ordered and felt as if everything in the world disappeared for an instant as the taste of rich, exquisite chocolate filled his senses.
“My god. If that mousse were a person, I’d make love to it. That should be illegal.”