Unexpected Interactions
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bleedingangel84Title: Unexpected Interactions
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual situation, Language, Infidelity
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hogwarts365 Prompt 304-Radio, Cope, Brothers
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Follows Unexpected Invitation. Please don’t kill me. This will get sorted. There will be a follow-up to this because I hate leaving things hanging.
Summary: Draco wakes up hung over after his bachelor party.
“Turn the radio down, Weasley! My head is throbbing, for Merlin’s sake!”
“It’s not even that loud, Malfoy. You shouldn’t have drunk so much last night if you can’t cope with it.”
“You drank even more than I did. How are you still functioning this morning?”
“When you grow up with Fred and George for brothers, you learn a thing or two.”
“Do tell.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I asked?”
“Did you ask? I didn’t hear a question.”
“Weasley! Have mercy, won’t you? I’m suffering.”
“Oh, Merlin. You’re pitiful when you’re hung over. Here.”
“Instant relief hangover potion? Your brothers invented this? They’re geniuses. It won’t turn me into a chicken or something, will it?”
“It shouldn’t. I took some before I started drinking last night, and I woke up just fine this morning. No hangover and no pounding head.”
“Lucky you.”
“Are you okay, Draco? You drank enough to kill an erumpent last night.”
“I’ll be fine. Do my ears deceive me, or did you just call me Draco?”
“I did. I figured since I’d already had my cock in your arse, it was about time. Don’t you think so?”
“Oh, Merlin. We didn’t. Astoria is going to kill me. The wedding is in two days!”
“You could just not tell her.”
“And what, we keep this a secret? You’re a Gryffindor. You lot are painfully honest. It wouldn’t work.”
“Even Gryffindors keep secrets.”
“And you would be okay with that? It just seems wrong somehow.”
“I don’t want to ruin your life, Malfoy. I know you have responsibilities to your family. I have the same ones. Everyone expects me to marry Hermione.”
“Sometimes being a pureblood is hell, isn’t it?”
Ron grunted his agreement, and the pair fell silent for several minutes before Draco broke the quiet once again. “So, what do we do?”
“What do you mean? We don’t do anything. We bury this and pretend it didn’t happen. You marry Astoria and have pointed-chinned, white-haired offspring.”
“You really want to forget this, Weasley? And my chin is not pointy!”
“What other choice do we have? And your pointy-arsed chin left a bruise on my shoulder. So there!”
“You are so juvenile.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual situation, Language, Infidelity
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 304-Radio, Cope, BrothersWord Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Follows Unexpected Invitation. Please don’t kill me. This will get sorted. There will be a follow-up to this because I hate leaving things hanging.
Summary: Draco wakes up hung over after his bachelor party.
“Turn the radio down, Weasley! My head is throbbing, for Merlin’s sake!”
“It’s not even that loud, Malfoy. You shouldn’t have drunk so much last night if you can’t cope with it.”
“You drank even more than I did. How are you still functioning this morning?”
“When you grow up with Fred and George for brothers, you learn a thing or two.”
“Do tell.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I asked?”
“Did you ask? I didn’t hear a question.”
“Weasley! Have mercy, won’t you? I’m suffering.”
“Oh, Merlin. You’re pitiful when you’re hung over. Here.”
“Instant relief hangover potion? Your brothers invented this? They’re geniuses. It won’t turn me into a chicken or something, will it?”
“It shouldn’t. I took some before I started drinking last night, and I woke up just fine this morning. No hangover and no pounding head.”
“Lucky you.”
“Are you okay, Draco? You drank enough to kill an erumpent last night.”
“I’ll be fine. Do my ears deceive me, or did you just call me Draco?”
“I did. I figured since I’d already had my cock in your arse, it was about time. Don’t you think so?”
“Oh, Merlin. We didn’t. Astoria is going to kill me. The wedding is in two days!”
“You could just not tell her.”
“And what, we keep this a secret? You’re a Gryffindor. You lot are painfully honest. It wouldn’t work.”
“Even Gryffindors keep secrets.”
“And you would be okay with that? It just seems wrong somehow.”
“I don’t want to ruin your life, Malfoy. I know you have responsibilities to your family. I have the same ones. Everyone expects me to marry Hermione.”
“Sometimes being a pureblood is hell, isn’t it?”
Ron grunted his agreement, and the pair fell silent for several minutes before Draco broke the quiet once again. “So, what do we do?”
“What do you mean? We don’t do anything. We bury this and pretend it didn’t happen. You marry Astoria and have pointed-chinned, white-haired offspring.”
“You really want to forget this, Weasley? And my chin is not pointy!”
“What other choice do we have? And your pointy-arsed chin left a bruise on my shoulder. So there!”
“You are so juvenile.”