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bleedingangel84Title: Balanced
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 264-“Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to "season" people.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration; Tempt, Health
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Very different from what I usually write, but I hope readers enjoy it nonetheless. Feedback is definitely welcome.
Summary: Ron and Draco balance each other out.
Ron thinks it’s funny. Most people would say they’re completely wrong for each other, but he disagrees. Draco loves to cook, and Ron loves to eat. Their opposing qualities balance each other the same way the taste of salt balances out the sweetness of sugar.
They rarely use the word love. Draco says too many people toss it around too frequently for it to mean much anymore. But that’s okay with Ron, because Draco shows it in a thousand little ways, like the way he always fries Ron extra bacon, even while complaining that it is bad for his health.
Ron shows Draco love in his way, too. He knows that Draco loves his red hair messy, even though he won’t say so. Draco can never resist the temptation of running his fingers through in to neaten it up. Sometimes Ron wears it messy on purpose just to tempt him. He loves the feeling that Draco can’t resist him.
They make love every morning, tangled up in one another like twining yarn, tasting every inch of one another’s flesh, never quite getting their fill. Ron likes it that he never quite knows where one of them ends and the other begins. It’s as though they are two creatures forming one body, better together than they are apart.
The two of them are like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, no two the same, but fitting tightly together to make something more than the sum of its parts. Draco is Ron’s other half, and Ron is Draco’s. When they are wrapped around one another, Ron feels as if the rest of the world could disappear and everything would be all right as long as Draco was there with him. Draco feels lucky that Ron always notices the little things. If Draco shivers with cold, Ron brings him an extra blanket and holds him close. Ron makes him hot chocolate that is much too sweet. Draco wrinkles his nose, but drinks it anyway knowing Ron is only trying his best to take care of him. Ron is his anchor.
For them, this is love, whether others recognise it or not. And that’s just the way they like it.
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 264-“Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to "season" people.”― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration; Tempt, Health
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Very different from what I usually write, but I hope readers enjoy it nonetheless. Feedback is definitely welcome.
Summary: Ron and Draco balance each other out.
Ron thinks it’s funny. Most people would say they’re completely wrong for each other, but he disagrees. Draco loves to cook, and Ron loves to eat. Their opposing qualities balance each other the same way the taste of salt balances out the sweetness of sugar.
They rarely use the word love. Draco says too many people toss it around too frequently for it to mean much anymore. But that’s okay with Ron, because Draco shows it in a thousand little ways, like the way he always fries Ron extra bacon, even while complaining that it is bad for his health.
Ron shows Draco love in his way, too. He knows that Draco loves his red hair messy, even though he won’t say so. Draco can never resist the temptation of running his fingers through in to neaten it up. Sometimes Ron wears it messy on purpose just to tempt him. He loves the feeling that Draco can’t resist him.
They make love every morning, tangled up in one another like twining yarn, tasting every inch of one another’s flesh, never quite getting their fill. Ron likes it that he never quite knows where one of them ends and the other begins. It’s as though they are two creatures forming one body, better together than they are apart.
The two of them are like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, no two the same, but fitting tightly together to make something more than the sum of its parts. Draco is Ron’s other half, and Ron is Draco’s. When they are wrapped around one another, Ron feels as if the rest of the world could disappear and everything would be all right as long as Draco was there with him. Draco feels lucky that Ron always notices the little things. If Draco shivers with cold, Ron brings him an extra blanket and holds him close. Ron makes him hot chocolate that is much too sweet. Draco wrinkles his nose, but drinks it anyway knowing Ron is only trying his best to take care of him. Ron is his anchor.
For them, this is love, whether others recognise it or not. And that’s just the way they like it.