Trading Barbs
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bleedingangel84Title: Trading Barbs
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, sexual suggestion
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 261-“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre, Line, Satire
Notes: Ron/Draco took over my brain. I hope readers enjoy this. Played a little loosely with the quote. Apologies to Charlotte Brontë,
Summary: Trading insults could lead to more interesting pursuits.
“Draco, where are you?”
“I’m here!”
“Why in Merlin’s name are you in this dusty old attic?”
“I was attempting to get away from you, Weaselbee. I might’ve known that would be an exercise in futility.”
“I’m not that bad, am I?”
“I suppose not. You do rather have a gift for satire and a flair for comedic timing that I find somewhat amusing.”
“And I suppose you think I live just to entertain your pasty arse, don’t you Malfoy?”
“How do you know my arse is pasty, Weasley? Have you been checking me out?”
“Don’t be stupid, Malfoy. You’ve always been pale as a ghost. It’s only natural that your arse would be as well. It’s called a figure of speech.”
“Granger’s been tutoring you again hasn’t she? She’s rubbing off on you.”
“The last person I want rubbing off on me is Hermione. Eurgh.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Weasley. You know I didn’t mean it in a sexual way. As you said, it’s merely a figure of speech. Besides, isn’t she your girlfriend? I thought the pair of you were attached at the hip.”
“Fuck off. Ferret.”
“No thank you, I’m not interested.”
“You’re an idiot, y’know.”
“That’s my line. It’s what I’m usually saying about you.”
“Why are we fighting again?”
“There’s nothing better to do. We’re trapped here, like birds in a cage.”
“I’m not a bird. Do you see a net anywhere? I can come and go as I please. I have my own free will.”
“Do you now? Then why are you stuck guarding me?”
“It was either guard duty or gathering erumpent poo with Zacharias Smith. You were the lesser of two evils.”
“I never thought I’d here you say that in reference to me.”
‘Yeah, well. I really hate Smith. You, on the other hand, are just mildly irritating. Like a mosquito. Or maybe a flea.”
Draco snorted. “I should yell at you for insulting me, but I’m just bored enough to find your insults diverting.”
“Happy to be of service. “
“I should hire you as my court jester.”
“Dream on, Malfoy. You can kiss my arse.”
“I’d love to. Come over here.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 261-“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre, Line, SatireNotes: Ron/Draco took over my brain. I hope readers enjoy this. Played a little loosely with the quote. Apologies to Charlotte Brontë,
Summary: Trading insults could lead to more interesting pursuits.
“Draco, where are you?”
“I’m here!”
“Why in Merlin’s name are you in this dusty old attic?”
“I was attempting to get away from you, Weaselbee. I might’ve known that would be an exercise in futility.”
“I’m not that bad, am I?”
“I suppose not. You do rather have a gift for satire and a flair for comedic timing that I find somewhat amusing.”
“And I suppose you think I live just to entertain your pasty arse, don’t you Malfoy?”
“How do you know my arse is pasty, Weasley? Have you been checking me out?”
“Don’t be stupid, Malfoy. You’ve always been pale as a ghost. It’s only natural that your arse would be as well. It’s called a figure of speech.”
“Granger’s been tutoring you again hasn’t she? She’s rubbing off on you.”
“The last person I want rubbing off on me is Hermione. Eurgh.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Weasley. You know I didn’t mean it in a sexual way. As you said, it’s merely a figure of speech. Besides, isn’t she your girlfriend? I thought the pair of you were attached at the hip.”
“Fuck off. Ferret.”
“No thank you, I’m not interested.”
“You’re an idiot, y’know.”
“That’s my line. It’s what I’m usually saying about you.”
“Why are we fighting again?”
“There’s nothing better to do. We’re trapped here, like birds in a cage.”
“I’m not a bird. Do you see a net anywhere? I can come and go as I please. I have my own free will.”
“Do you now? Then why are you stuck guarding me?”
“It was either guard duty or gathering erumpent poo with Zacharias Smith. You were the lesser of two evils.”
“I never thought I’d here you say that in reference to me.”
‘Yeah, well. I really hate Smith. You, on the other hand, are just mildly irritating. Like a mosquito. Or maybe a flea.”
Draco snorted. “I should yell at you for insulting me, but I’m just bored enough to find your insults diverting.”
“Happy to be of service. “
“I should hire you as my court jester.”
“Dream on, Malfoy. You can kiss my arse.”
“I’d love to. Come over here.”