Unexpected Choices
Sep. 12th, 2019 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Unexpected Choices
Author:
bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for
hogwarts365 Prompt 309-Strong, Leadership, Independent
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Part 7 of this series. Follows Unexpected Discussions. I have no idea how long this series will be. I hope readers enjoy. Ron and Draco appear to have taken over my brain. Send help.
Summary: Ron and Draco decide to come clean to Molly about their elopement.
“Draco, what are we going to do?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether we want one of your sister’s Bat Bogey hexes.”
“I don’t.”
“Nor do I. If the Dark Lord had placed Ginevra under Imperius and given her a leadership role, his outcome might have been vastly different.”
“Ginny’s not that bad. Thank Merlin he didn’t though. She does cast a rather strong hex.”
“She’s scary. So is Granger.”
“Oh. Merlin! Hermione! I didn’t even think about her. Can we please go back to bed?”
“Why do we have to be surrounded by such independent, intimidating females?”
“I dunno. Can we just stay on extended holiday until we’re eighty? That would solve our problems.”
“Don’t be an idiot, Ronald. You know that’s not realistic.”
“I suppose we should go tell my mum first. She’ll send a Howler if I don’t come round for Sunday lunch, and you don’t want that.”
“No. Your mother has a voice like a foghorn when she’s angry. I remember the Howler you and Potter received second year. I laughed myself sick.”
“I just bet you did. Git.”
“I’m paying for it now.”
“You’re right. I’m not going to get angry at you. Facing my mum will be punishment enough for us both, and we have to stick together.”
“She’ll notice your ring when you go over for Sunday lunch, won’t she?”
“Yes. Which is why you’re coming with me. I’m not facing my mum alone.”
Draco let out what anyone other than a Malfoy would’ve called a squeak. “Do I have to? I’ll be surrounded by Weasleys.”
“Wait a minute! You’re married to a Weasley.”
“Yes. The one Weasley who no longer hates me. I bet your family just loves Granger.”
“They do, but I love you. They’ll just have to accept it.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Well then at least we have each other.”
“That is the sappiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, you know you love it. I see it in your face.”
“Let’s go face the music. I want to get this over with so we can get back to bed.”
“Look at you coming over all Gryffindor. I like it.”
“Merlin, just kill me now.”
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Part 7 of this series. Follows Unexpected Discussions. I have no idea how long this series will be. I hope readers enjoy. Ron and Draco appear to have taken over my brain. Send help.
Summary: Ron and Draco decide to come clean to Molly about their elopement.
“Draco, what are we going to do?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether we want one of your sister’s Bat Bogey hexes.”
“I don’t.”
“Nor do I. If the Dark Lord had placed Ginevra under Imperius and given her a leadership role, his outcome might have been vastly different.”
“Ginny’s not that bad. Thank Merlin he didn’t though. She does cast a rather strong hex.”
“She’s scary. So is Granger.”
“Oh. Merlin! Hermione! I didn’t even think about her. Can we please go back to bed?”
“Why do we have to be surrounded by such independent, intimidating females?”
“I dunno. Can we just stay on extended holiday until we’re eighty? That would solve our problems.”
“Don’t be an idiot, Ronald. You know that’s not realistic.”
“I suppose we should go tell my mum first. She’ll send a Howler if I don’t come round for Sunday lunch, and you don’t want that.”
“No. Your mother has a voice like a foghorn when she’s angry. I remember the Howler you and Potter received second year. I laughed myself sick.”
“I just bet you did. Git.”
“I’m paying for it now.”
“You’re right. I’m not going to get angry at you. Facing my mum will be punishment enough for us both, and we have to stick together.”
“She’ll notice your ring when you go over for Sunday lunch, won’t she?”
“Yes. Which is why you’re coming with me. I’m not facing my mum alone.”
Draco let out what anyone other than a Malfoy would’ve called a squeak. “Do I have to? I’ll be surrounded by Weasleys.”
“Wait a minute! You’re married to a Weasley.”
“Yes. The one Weasley who no longer hates me. I bet your family just loves Granger.”
“They do, but I love you. They’ll just have to accept it.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Well then at least we have each other.”
“That is the sappiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, you know you love it. I see it in your face.”
“Let’s go face the music. I want to get this over with so we can get back to bed.”
“Look at you coming over all Gryffindor. I like it.”
“Merlin, just kill me now.”