Drunken Confessions
Mar. 2nd, 2019 01:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Drunken Confessions
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 283- Instruct, Nuisance, “Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.” ― Lady Gaga
Notes: Ron and Draco wanted to play this week. Hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Ron knocks on Draco’s door.
Draco woke to an insistent knocking on his front door. “Weasley! What the fuck are you doing here at this time of night? Don’t you have better things to do than make a nuisance of yourself at three in the morning?”
“She kicked me out, Malfoy. She kicked me out and said I should go to you, so here I am.”
“Are you pissed, Weaselbee? And who kicked you out? Granger?”
“Yes. I thought I said that. She said that love was like a brick, that you could build a house or sink a dead body. Then she said that she’d always love me, but things weren’t going to work between us. She said I needed someone different and should go to you. So, can I crash here tonight?”
“Oh, Merlin. I suppose. Come in. Someone should really instruct Granger in the crucial art of timing.”
“What’s the matter, Malfoy? Did I interrupt your beauty sleep? Not that you need it. You’re always pretty.”
“Okay, now I know you’re sloshed off your arse.”
“Maybe just a bit.”
“For your information, you interrupted a wank.”
“I’m almost tempted to ask if you need a hand.”
“I’m almost tempted to say yes. But I won’t.”
“Why?”
“Because, Weasley, you’re sloshed and vulnerable right now, and even I’m not that big a cad.”
“I thought Slytherins took advantage of situations like this.”
“You really think that I would do that? Do you think that low of me?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did, and if I waited until I was sober, I might never have asked you.”
“I thought Gryffindors were always brave.”
“Even Gryffindors don’t like facing rejection, Malfoy.”
“How do you know I’d have rejected you? You are quite fit, in a freckled sort of way.”
“You hate me. You always have.”
“Weasley, if I really hated you, I wouldn’t have answered my door when I heard you knocking. Now, would you come in already? It’s making me cold just looking at you. I’ll make you some coffee and we can talk, all right?”
“There are other things I’d rather be doing with my lips, Malfoy.”
“We can talk about that when you sober up, Weasley.”
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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:
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Notes: Ron and Draco wanted to play this week. Hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Ron knocks on Draco’s door.
Draco woke to an insistent knocking on his front door. “Weasley! What the fuck are you doing here at this time of night? Don’t you have better things to do than make a nuisance of yourself at three in the morning?”
“She kicked me out, Malfoy. She kicked me out and said I should go to you, so here I am.”
“Are you pissed, Weaselbee? And who kicked you out? Granger?”
“Yes. I thought I said that. She said that love was like a brick, that you could build a house or sink a dead body. Then she said that she’d always love me, but things weren’t going to work between us. She said I needed someone different and should go to you. So, can I crash here tonight?”
“Oh, Merlin. I suppose. Come in. Someone should really instruct Granger in the crucial art of timing.”
“What’s the matter, Malfoy? Did I interrupt your beauty sleep? Not that you need it. You’re always pretty.”
“Okay, now I know you’re sloshed off your arse.”
“Maybe just a bit.”
“For your information, you interrupted a wank.”
“I’m almost tempted to ask if you need a hand.”
“I’m almost tempted to say yes. But I won’t.”
“Why?”
“Because, Weasley, you’re sloshed and vulnerable right now, and even I’m not that big a cad.”
“I thought Slytherins took advantage of situations like this.”
“You really think that I would do that? Do you think that low of me?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did, and if I waited until I was sober, I might never have asked you.”
“I thought Gryffindors were always brave.”
“Even Gryffindors don’t like facing rejection, Malfoy.”
“How do you know I’d have rejected you? You are quite fit, in a freckled sort of way.”
“You hate me. You always have.”
“Weasley, if I really hated you, I wouldn’t have answered my door when I heard you knocking. Now, would you come in already? It’s making me cold just looking at you. I’ll make you some coffee and we can talk, all right?”
“There are other things I’d rather be doing with my lips, Malfoy.”
“We can talk about that when you sober up, Weasley.”