Further Food for Thought
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bleedingangel84Title: Further Food for Thought
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild Language
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 337-Fainted, Facility, Fathom hogwarts365 Prompt 338-Guardian, Greatest, Giving hogwarts365 Prompt 339-Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Follows Food for Thought. I once again offer my sincerest apologies for bundling three sets of prompts into one story, but RL is getting to me in a bad way lately. Nevertheless, I hope readers enjoy this little peek in at Ron and Draco.
Summary: Ron knows Draco cares.
“Now I know you’ve gone daft, Ronald Weasley. I’m quite sure I can’t fathom what you mean. In what universe would I ever love you? Malfoys and Weasleys barely even tolerate one another, and it’s been that way for all eternity.”
“Oh, you love me. You can’t admit it— maybe not even to yourself, but you do.”
“You’ve gone around the twist, Weaselbee. Or perhaps you’ve fainted and somehow landed us in an alternate universe? Perhaps we should see that you get taken to a mental health facility.”
“You’re in denial, Malfoy.”
“And you are giving me a headache with your nonsense. I’m sure Hermione Granger would be proud of your armchair psychoanalysis.”
“Why can’t you just admit you care about me? Why else would give a flying fig about what I eat? Smith is a raging alcoholic, and I don’t see you up his arse about that.”
“Smith is the greatest prat known to man, and he isn’t worth wasting breath on. There’s still hope for you, even if your language does constantly revolve around food. ”
“Aww, you do care. But who was it that appointed you my guardian angel?”
“Well, since you won’t look after yourself, someone has to. “
“I’ve been looking after myself since Hogwarts, Malfoy, and I’m not dead yet. You ought to learn to trust me.”
“I do trust you. But you’ve never learnt to put yourself first. You were always third in your little trio running around behind Harry Potter and Granger.”
“We were a team, Malfoy. Just like you and I are supposed to be a team now. So say it.”
“Say what?”
“Admit you care about me.”
“You can’t drop it, can you? You’re like a dog with a bone.”
“I can be even more stubborn than you are, Malfoy.”
“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”
“Do you want me to leave you alone? I think you like that I challenge you.”
“You wish, Weaslelbee. I dream of living a quiet life.”
“You’d be bored stiff within a month, I’d wager. I keep you on your toes.”
“There you have me.”
“I knew it. You do love me.”
“Weasley. Please shut up.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild Language
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 337-Fainted, Facility, Fathom hogwarts365 Prompt 338-Guardian, Greatest, Giving hogwarts365 Prompt 339-Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Hermione GrangerDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Follows Food for Thought. I once again offer my sincerest apologies for bundling three sets of prompts into one story, but RL is getting to me in a bad way lately. Nevertheless, I hope readers enjoy this little peek in at Ron and Draco.
Summary: Ron knows Draco cares.
“Now I know you’ve gone daft, Ronald Weasley. I’m quite sure I can’t fathom what you mean. In what universe would I ever love you? Malfoys and Weasleys barely even tolerate one another, and it’s been that way for all eternity.”
“Oh, you love me. You can’t admit it— maybe not even to yourself, but you do.”
“You’ve gone around the twist, Weaselbee. Or perhaps you’ve fainted and somehow landed us in an alternate universe? Perhaps we should see that you get taken to a mental health facility.”
“You’re in denial, Malfoy.”
“And you are giving me a headache with your nonsense. I’m sure Hermione Granger would be proud of your armchair psychoanalysis.”
“Why can’t you just admit you care about me? Why else would give a flying fig about what I eat? Smith is a raging alcoholic, and I don’t see you up his arse about that.”
“Smith is the greatest prat known to man, and he isn’t worth wasting breath on. There’s still hope for you, even if your language does constantly revolve around food. ”
“Aww, you do care. But who was it that appointed you my guardian angel?”
“Well, since you won’t look after yourself, someone has to. “
“I’ve been looking after myself since Hogwarts, Malfoy, and I’m not dead yet. You ought to learn to trust me.”
“I do trust you. But you’ve never learnt to put yourself first. You were always third in your little trio running around behind Harry Potter and Granger.”
“We were a team, Malfoy. Just like you and I are supposed to be a team now. So say it.”
“Say what?”
“Admit you care about me.”
“You can’t drop it, can you? You’re like a dog with a bone.”
“I can be even more stubborn than you are, Malfoy.”
“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”
“Do you want me to leave you alone? I think you like that I challenge you.”
“You wish, Weaslelbee. I dream of living a quiet life.”
“You’d be bored stiff within a month, I’d wager. I keep you on your toes.”
“There you have me.”
“I knew it. You do love me.”
“Weasley. Please shut up.”