Morning-After Mischief
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bleedingangel84Title: Morning-After Mischief
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild 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 302-tongues, electric, sideways
Notes: I have no idea where this little thing came from, but I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Ron faces the aftermath of a wild night.
“Ron, how on Earth did you end up sideways in the bed?” Harry asked.
“Merlin, Harry, I don’t know. I’m just grateful I made it into the bed at all.”
“You had a wild night, then?”
“Eurgh. Yeah, too many of those electric blue cocktails. I should know better than to trust anything that bright.”
“Yes, you should. What got into you last night?”
“Malfoy dared me.”
“You should’ve just told him to piss off and behaved like an adult.”
“Now you sound like Hermione. You know I never could resist a dare, Harry.”
“I’m well aware. Particularly when it comes from Draco Malfoy.”
“Being bested by a Malfoy is against the Weasley code of honour.”
Harry snorted in amusement, shaking his head fondly at Ron. “Should I bring you breakfast, or do you just want a Hangover Potion?”
“Just the potion, please. Smelling any food right now would make me ill.”
“Merlin, that must’ve been some wild party if you don’t want food. I should make certain the paper’s not reporting flying pigs.”
Ron responded to Harry’s statement with a rude hand gesture, burying his throbbing head against the pillow. A few seconds later, he was roused again when the Floo chimed.
“Is Weasley about, Potter? He left his pants at mine last night.”
“Oh god, kill me now. Tell me we didn’t Malfoy,” Ron croaked out.
“Oh, but we did. I never knew tongues could be put to such uses. You taught me something last night, Weaselbee.”
“Malfoy, do me a grand favour and shut up now, so I can die of mortification in peace.”
“I didn’t know you knew how to use words with more than three syllables. I’m impressed. And you did it hung over as well.”
“My tongue has talents outside of sex, Malfoy. In case you were interested.”
“Oh, I am. But your sexual talents are my favourites.”
“You blokes do realise I’m still here, don’t you? I don’t know whether to be jealous or disgusted,” Harry broke in.
“Jealous. You should definitely be jealous. We looked rather striking together, according to Severus.”
“On that note, I think I’ll go and do anything else.”
“Or you could join in.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild 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 302-tongues, electric, sidewaysNotes: I have no idea where this little thing came from, but I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Ron faces the aftermath of a wild night.
“Ron, how on Earth did you end up sideways in the bed?” Harry asked.
“Merlin, Harry, I don’t know. I’m just grateful I made it into the bed at all.”
“You had a wild night, then?”
“Eurgh. Yeah, too many of those electric blue cocktails. I should know better than to trust anything that bright.”
“Yes, you should. What got into you last night?”
“Malfoy dared me.”
“You should’ve just told him to piss off and behaved like an adult.”
“Now you sound like Hermione. You know I never could resist a dare, Harry.”
“I’m well aware. Particularly when it comes from Draco Malfoy.”
“Being bested by a Malfoy is against the Weasley code of honour.”
Harry snorted in amusement, shaking his head fondly at Ron. “Should I bring you breakfast, or do you just want a Hangover Potion?”
“Just the potion, please. Smelling any food right now would make me ill.”
“Merlin, that must’ve been some wild party if you don’t want food. I should make certain the paper’s not reporting flying pigs.”
Ron responded to Harry’s statement with a rude hand gesture, burying his throbbing head against the pillow. A few seconds later, he was roused again when the Floo chimed.
“Is Weasley about, Potter? He left his pants at mine last night.”
“Oh god, kill me now. Tell me we didn’t Malfoy,” Ron croaked out.
“Oh, but we did. I never knew tongues could be put to such uses. You taught me something last night, Weaselbee.”
“Malfoy, do me a grand favour and shut up now, so I can die of mortification in peace.”
“I didn’t know you knew how to use words with more than three syllables. I’m impressed. And you did it hung over as well.”
“My tongue has talents outside of sex, Malfoy. In case you were interested.”
“Oh, I am. But your sexual talents are my favourites.”
“You blokes do realise I’m still here, don’t you? I don’t know whether to be jealous or disgusted,” Harry broke in.
“Jealous. You should definitely be jealous. We looked rather striking together, according to Severus.”
“On that note, I think I’ll go and do anything else.”
“Or you could join in.”