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bleedingangel84) wrote2020-10-17 12:11 am
bleedingangel84) wrote2020-10-17 12:11 am
Common Tastes
Title: Common Tastes
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild Language
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 360-Argument, Blatant, Callous
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I’m not precisely sure where this one came from, but it was apparently lurking in my brain. I hope readers enjoy this random bit of Ron/Draco.
Summary: Ron and Draco bet on a quidditch match.
“Give it up, Weasley. It’s never going to happen.”
“It will happen. I know it. I have faith. Your callous disregard of my opinion means nothing.”
“What you call callous disregard, most people would call simple common sense. It. Will. Not. Happen. Full stop.”
Ron groaned, running agitated fingers through his mop of flame-red hair. “I’m telling you, Malfoy. They are going to win.”
“While your slavish devotion to the Chudley Cannons, is in some sense admirable, such devotion causes a blatant disregard for commonly known facts. The Cannons have won fuck all since before we were in Hogwarts.”
“Well then, I’d say they’re about due, aren’t they?” Ron countered.
“Well, there you have me. There is a certain logic to that argument.”
“What did you say? Merlin, I feel like I stepped into some alternate universe. Draco Malfoy agreed with me about something.”
“I did not agree, Weasley. I merely conceded that you might have a point.”
“Still, I may faint.”
“Did we suddenly transport into a Victorian novel?”
“Shut up.”
“Perhaps you need to loosen your corset, Weaselbee?”
“Must you be such a complete tosser?”
“Yes, I must. You bring it out in me like a bad habit; always have ever since school.”
“I thought we’d grown up since then, Malfoy.”
“Acting like an adult is highly overrated.”
“Oh, I give up. If they do win, you owe me champagne with dinner.”
“That’s a given anyway, Weasley. Malfoy’s are only allowed the best. Truthfully, I quite prefer mead.”
“Who knew a Malfoy could have such common tastes? I’m shocked.”
“I’m friends with you now, aren’t I? Clearly you cannot be as appalled as you pretend.”
“Not appalled. Just surprised. If the Falcons take it, I’ll buy you a bottle of mead.”
“I don’t know why you insisted on making a bet, Weasley.”
“I never could resist challenging you. You get all flushed when you argue. You look almost pretty.”
“I am not pretty. I am handsome. Malfoys are never pretty.”
“Malfoys may not be, but you are.”
“Clearly, someone is in his cups a bit early. Perhaps we should call the whole bet off.”
“You’re just afraid to lose.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild Language
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 360-Argument, Blatant, CallousDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I’m not precisely sure where this one came from, but it was apparently lurking in my brain. I hope readers enjoy this random bit of Ron/Draco.
Summary: Ron and Draco bet on a quidditch match.
“Give it up, Weasley. It’s never going to happen.”
“It will happen. I know it. I have faith. Your callous disregard of my opinion means nothing.”
“What you call callous disregard, most people would call simple common sense. It. Will. Not. Happen. Full stop.”
Ron groaned, running agitated fingers through his mop of flame-red hair. “I’m telling you, Malfoy. They are going to win.”
“While your slavish devotion to the Chudley Cannons, is in some sense admirable, such devotion causes a blatant disregard for commonly known facts. The Cannons have won fuck all since before we were in Hogwarts.”
“Well then, I’d say they’re about due, aren’t they?” Ron countered.
“Well, there you have me. There is a certain logic to that argument.”
“What did you say? Merlin, I feel like I stepped into some alternate universe. Draco Malfoy agreed with me about something.”
“I did not agree, Weasley. I merely conceded that you might have a point.”
“Still, I may faint.”
“Did we suddenly transport into a Victorian novel?”
“Shut up.”
“Perhaps you need to loosen your corset, Weaselbee?”
“Must you be such a complete tosser?”
“Yes, I must. You bring it out in me like a bad habit; always have ever since school.”
“I thought we’d grown up since then, Malfoy.”
“Acting like an adult is highly overrated.”
“Oh, I give up. If they do win, you owe me champagne with dinner.”
“That’s a given anyway, Weasley. Malfoy’s are only allowed the best. Truthfully, I quite prefer mead.”
“Who knew a Malfoy could have such common tastes? I’m shocked.”
“I’m friends with you now, aren’t I? Clearly you cannot be as appalled as you pretend.”
“Not appalled. Just surprised. If the Falcons take it, I’ll buy you a bottle of mead.”
“I don’t know why you insisted on making a bet, Weasley.”
“I never could resist challenging you. You get all flushed when you argue. You look almost pretty.”
“I am not pretty. I am handsome. Malfoys are never pretty.”
“Malfoys may not be, but you are.”
“Clearly, someone is in his cups a bit early. Perhaps we should call the whole bet off.”
“You’re just afraid to lose.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”