Clandestine
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bleedingangel84Title: Clandestine
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Infidelity, sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 248- Song Lyrics: "All nights are the same, voices call my name/And I can't ignore 'em, can't ignore 'em/All night and day, suffering the strain/Of paranoia, paranoia" (Interpret as you wish), White Lies, Secret Garden
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: This is very much an infidelity fic because I am in a very strange mood, and this is an offshoot of that. If infidelity turns you off, don’t read this. You’ve been forewarned. If you do read, please enjoy and leave constructive feedback. It’s highly appreciated.
Summary: Ron is having an affair.
“Malfoy!” Ron hissed in a loud whisper.
“Weasley?”Draco whispered in return.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Oh, thank Merlin! I think all this sneaking around has me paranoid. I’ve been waiting for you for an hour, and I could’ve sworn I heard at least a dozen people calling my name before you got here.”
“I would have thought a Slytherin would be at home with subterfuge. I’m sorry I couldn’t get away sooner. Rosie wanted her mommy and daddy to read her a bedtime story.”
“What on earth did you read her? The Secret Garden?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Hermione says it will help her brain develop if we read her chapter books.”
“Where does your wife think you are right now?”
“I told her I was going to the store to get more bacon. I ate the last of it today, so it’s only a little white lie.”
“Is that all you intend to do this evening, Weaselbee?”
“If you keep calling me Weaselbee, yes it is.”
“You know you can never resist me. If you could, you wouldn’t keep coming back to me.”
“Damn it all, you are more addictive than the bacon and twice as dangerous. You’ll kill me yet.”
“I might at that. But what a way to go.”
“Shut up, Ferret.”
“Make me, Weasel.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The pair quickly fell into a heated snog, getting lost in their stolen moment, pressing together as they kissed, Malfoy-blond hair mingling with Weasley-red, bodies pressed together so closely that they seemed to form a single creature. When Ron attempted to pull away, Draco snaked his arms around Ron’s freckled neck like an ivory noose.
“Let me pretend that I own you for just a few more hours before we have to go back to the real world.”
“I can’t. I have to bring bacon back, or she’ll know I was lying. She’s Hermione Granger.”
“I have bacon at my flat. Won’t you stay?”
“What would I tell Hermione?”
“Use your mobile and tell her you have a flat tire. The garage closed and you can’t get a new one until morning.”
“Gods, you are devious, Malfoy.”
“And you love me.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Infidelity, sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 248- Song Lyrics: "All nights are the same, voices call my name/And I can't ignore 'em, can't ignore 'em/All night and day, suffering the strain/Of paranoia, paranoia" (Interpret as you wish), White Lies, Secret GardenDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: This is very much an infidelity fic because I am in a very strange mood, and this is an offshoot of that. If infidelity turns you off, don’t read this. You’ve been forewarned. If you do read, please enjoy and leave constructive feedback. It’s highly appreciated.
Summary: Ron is having an affair.
“Malfoy!” Ron hissed in a loud whisper.
“Weasley?”Draco whispered in return.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Oh, thank Merlin! I think all this sneaking around has me paranoid. I’ve been waiting for you for an hour, and I could’ve sworn I heard at least a dozen people calling my name before you got here.”
“I would have thought a Slytherin would be at home with subterfuge. I’m sorry I couldn’t get away sooner. Rosie wanted her mommy and daddy to read her a bedtime story.”
“What on earth did you read her? The Secret Garden?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Hermione says it will help her brain develop if we read her chapter books.”
“Where does your wife think you are right now?”
“I told her I was going to the store to get more bacon. I ate the last of it today, so it’s only a little white lie.”
“Is that all you intend to do this evening, Weaselbee?”
“If you keep calling me Weaselbee, yes it is.”
“You know you can never resist me. If you could, you wouldn’t keep coming back to me.”
“Damn it all, you are more addictive than the bacon and twice as dangerous. You’ll kill me yet.”
“I might at that. But what a way to go.”
“Shut up, Ferret.”
“Make me, Weasel.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The pair quickly fell into a heated snog, getting lost in their stolen moment, pressing together as they kissed, Malfoy-blond hair mingling with Weasley-red, bodies pressed together so closely that they seemed to form a single creature. When Ron attempted to pull away, Draco snaked his arms around Ron’s freckled neck like an ivory noose.
“Let me pretend that I own you for just a few more hours before we have to go back to the real world.”
“I can’t. I have to bring bacon back, or she’ll know I was lying. She’s Hermione Granger.”
“I have bacon at my flat. Won’t you stay?”
“What would I tell Hermione?”
“Use your mobile and tell her you have a flat tire. The garage closed and you can’t get a new one until morning.”
“Gods, you are devious, Malfoy.”
“And you love me.”