Confessions in a Pub
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bleedingangel84Title: Confessions in a Pub
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, sexual references
Word Count: 365
Written for:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hogwarts365 Prompt 258-“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” ~Marcus Aurelius, Spray, Restore
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I kept both twins alive here because it suited the story. I hope readers like this.
Summary: Draco comes into Ron’s pub.
“You look a bit blue, Malfoy. What can I get you?”
“Firewhisky. A double. On the rocks.”
“I didn’t figure you for the type to drink Firewhisky.”
“Are you going to pour it or not, Weasley?”
“My brothers taught me never to turn down a paying customer.”
“Well, there are some smart Weasleys in the world after all. Wonders never cease, do they?”
“I don’t know whether to be insulted or not. That has to be the most back-handed compliment I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“I’m a Malfoy. Did you expect something else?”
“Since it’s obvious you’re miserable, I’ll let that opportunity to insult you pass. What has your knickers in a twist?”
“What makes you think my knickers are twisted? For Merlin’s sake, I’m not even wearing knickers!”
“It’s a figure of speech, Malfoy. It’s a way to ask what’s bothering someone.”
“If I wanted to talk, I’d go to a therapist, not a barkeep.”
“I’m a hell of a lot cheaper than therapy, Malfoy. And right now, you’re as grey as old porridge. Something happened. Tell me.”
“She cancelled the contract. She cancelled our contract and now my father is going to kill me.”
“Wait, what? Astoria Greengrass cancelled your marriage contract? Why?”
“It’s hopeless. It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Well, that explains your colour. Definitely not a happy thought, that. You should cheer up. You look brighter when you’re happy.”
“Weasley, you’re positively barmy. I thought I was meant to be the one getting sloshed.”
“Tell me why she cancelled your contract. You’ll feel better. Did you choose the wrong spray of flowers for the bouquet or something?”
“Astoria and I may be wealthy, but she isn’t as fickle as all that. If you must know, we were making love, and I said someone else’s name.”
“Really? Whose?”
“If I said it was yours, would you hex my prick off?”
“You are absolutely bloody kidding me, Malfoy. You have to be.”
“I’m not. Do you wish me to obliviate you now, or can I finish my drink first?”
“You don’t have to do that. If you did, I’d just ask you to restore the memory.”
“You aren’t disgusted?”
“Merlin, no. You’re hot.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, sexual references
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 258-“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” ~Marcus Aurelius, Spray, RestoreDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I kept both twins alive here because it suited the story. I hope readers like this.
Summary: Draco comes into Ron’s pub.
“You look a bit blue, Malfoy. What can I get you?”
“Firewhisky. A double. On the rocks.”
“I didn’t figure you for the type to drink Firewhisky.”
“Are you going to pour it or not, Weasley?”
“My brothers taught me never to turn down a paying customer.”
“Well, there are some smart Weasleys in the world after all. Wonders never cease, do they?”
“I don’t know whether to be insulted or not. That has to be the most back-handed compliment I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“I’m a Malfoy. Did you expect something else?”
“Since it’s obvious you’re miserable, I’ll let that opportunity to insult you pass. What has your knickers in a twist?”
“What makes you think my knickers are twisted? For Merlin’s sake, I’m not even wearing knickers!”
“It’s a figure of speech, Malfoy. It’s a way to ask what’s bothering someone.”
“If I wanted to talk, I’d go to a therapist, not a barkeep.”
“I’m a hell of a lot cheaper than therapy, Malfoy. And right now, you’re as grey as old porridge. Something happened. Tell me.”
“She cancelled the contract. She cancelled our contract and now my father is going to kill me.”
“Wait, what? Astoria Greengrass cancelled your marriage contract? Why?”
“It’s hopeless. It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Well, that explains your colour. Definitely not a happy thought, that. You should cheer up. You look brighter when you’re happy.”
“Weasley, you’re positively barmy. I thought I was meant to be the one getting sloshed.”
“Tell me why she cancelled your contract. You’ll feel better. Did you choose the wrong spray of flowers for the bouquet or something?”
“Astoria and I may be wealthy, but she isn’t as fickle as all that. If you must know, we were making love, and I said someone else’s name.”
“Really? Whose?”
“If I said it was yours, would you hex my prick off?”
“You are absolutely bloody kidding me, Malfoy. You have to be.”
“I’m not. Do you wish me to obliviate you now, or can I finish my drink first?”
“You don’t have to do that. If you did, I’d just ask you to restore the memory.”
“You aren’t disgusted?”
“Merlin, no. You’re hot.”