Manipulation
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bleedingangel84Title: Manipulation
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
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 326-Available, Chief, “Bounce of the ground.” ; hogwarts365 Prompt 327-Ajar, Vivacious, Damaging
Notes: Just a random Ron/Draco for the fun of it since I missed the fest this year. I intended to do Harry/Draco, but these two apparently wanted to snark at each other. Among other things. I hope readers enjoy this. I apologise for having squished two weeks of prompts into one post, but RL is rather hectic of late, so it was necessary.
Summary: Ron gets a dinner invitation out of Draco in an unusual way.
“Weasley! What in the name of Merlin are you doing? You look rather demented.”
“Bounce of the ground.”
“What?”
“I’m testing the bounce of the ground for takeoffs during quidditch.”
“Oh. I see. I thought perhaps the amount of bacon you eat at breakfast was damaging your brain somehow.”
“No such luck, Malfoy. I’m just as vivacious and full of life as I always was,” Ron said with a cheeky grin.
“You are the bane of my existence, Weaselbee. Your chief thrill in life seems to be doing my head in.”
“Well, it is fun. You make it too easy. Why are you out here, anyway?”
“You left the door ajar in your hurry out here. I thought perhaps you might need help.”
“Aww, how sweet, Malfoy. I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t know why I do. You’re a half-wit whose every available brain cell is devoted to sports and food.”
“I don’t only think about sports and food.”
“Name one other thing that occupies your thoughts, then. Just one.”
“Harry.”
“Oh, of course your boyfriend Potter is going to take up room in there somewhere, but I assumed sex fell under the heading of sport for you.”
“Harry is not my boyfriend. He’s more like my brother. And he’s the last person I’d ever have sex with.”
“What about Granger, then?”
“Eurgh! Malfoy! I’d sooner have sex with my mum! No. Not in a million years.”
“That is a surprise. I assumed you were chomping at the the bit to have a passel of beaver-toothed, curly-haired offspring.”
“You know what they say about assuming, Malfoy. It makes an ass out of you and me. But then, you always were one, weren’t you?”
“As a child, yes, I admit I was rather an ass. But as an adult, I have tried to do better.”
“I suppose you aren’t so bad anymore. And your arse is rather fine, if I do say so myself.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. I won’t say it again. Are you going to take me to dinner? I’m famished after all that exercise.”
“Dinner?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
“And they say Slytherins are the manipulative ones.”
“I learned from the best.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
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 326-Available, Chief, “Bounce of the ground.” ; hogwarts365 Prompt 327-Ajar, Vivacious, DamagingNotes: Just a random Ron/Draco for the fun of it since I missed the fest this year. I intended to do Harry/Draco, but these two apparently wanted to snark at each other. Among other things. I hope readers enjoy this. I apologise for having squished two weeks of prompts into one post, but RL is rather hectic of late, so it was necessary.
Summary: Ron gets a dinner invitation out of Draco in an unusual way.
“Weasley! What in the name of Merlin are you doing? You look rather demented.”
“Bounce of the ground.”
“What?”
“I’m testing the bounce of the ground for takeoffs during quidditch.”
“Oh. I see. I thought perhaps the amount of bacon you eat at breakfast was damaging your brain somehow.”
“No such luck, Malfoy. I’m just as vivacious and full of life as I always was,” Ron said with a cheeky grin.
“You are the bane of my existence, Weaselbee. Your chief thrill in life seems to be doing my head in.”
“Well, it is fun. You make it too easy. Why are you out here, anyway?”
“You left the door ajar in your hurry out here. I thought perhaps you might need help.”
“Aww, how sweet, Malfoy. I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t know why I do. You’re a half-wit whose every available brain cell is devoted to sports and food.”
“I don’t only think about sports and food.”
“Name one other thing that occupies your thoughts, then. Just one.”
“Harry.”
“Oh, of course your boyfriend Potter is going to take up room in there somewhere, but I assumed sex fell under the heading of sport for you.”
“Harry is not my boyfriend. He’s more like my brother. And he’s the last person I’d ever have sex with.”
“What about Granger, then?”
“Eurgh! Malfoy! I’d sooner have sex with my mum! No. Not in a million years.”
“That is a surprise. I assumed you were chomping at the the bit to have a passel of beaver-toothed, curly-haired offspring.”
“You know what they say about assuming, Malfoy. It makes an ass out of you and me. But then, you always were one, weren’t you?”
“As a child, yes, I admit I was rather an ass. But as an adult, I have tried to do better.”
“I suppose you aren’t so bad anymore. And your arse is rather fine, if I do say so myself.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. I won’t say it again. Are you going to take me to dinner? I’m famished after all that exercise.”
“Dinner?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
“And they say Slytherins are the manipulative ones.”
“I learned from the best.”