Mending Fences
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bleedingangel84Title: Mending Fences
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Flirting
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This isa work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 03- “Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”, Milicent Bullstrode, First time
Notes: Apologies for not posting sooner. This is the first time I’ve had the time as well as the focus to write something. Ron and Draco apparently wanted to steal the spotlight this time. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Ron and Draco make amends over a horseback ride.
“I can’t believe that was your first time on a horse. You were such a natural at it.”
“Are you trying to flatter me, Malfoy?”
“Draco, please. Hearing myself called Malfoy leaves a rather bad taste in my mouth these days.”
“Draco, then. Why did you want to meet me here?”
“I wanted to meet you on neutral ground. I’m tired of fighting with you, and I thought you might feel the same. It’s been years.”
“It has. But you know Weasleys and Malfoys aren’t meant to mix. What on earth would people think?”
“Do you honestly care?”
“Not really. I reckon we could bury the hatchet.”
“So long as you don’t bury it in my back.”
“I wouldn’t. I don’t work that way.”
“We should head back. It’s getting dark, and Millicent likes to have the horses in the stables by evening when possible.”
“I can’t believe she owns a riding stable.”
“She’s always loved them. She said horses don’t judge you for not being a perfect ten.”
“It just seems so…not Slytherin?”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about what is and isn’t Slytherin, Ronald.”
“You could call me Ron, y’know. I promise it wouldn’t make your head implode.”
“Sorry. That just doesn’t seem natural coming from my mouth. I’m not in the habit of calling you anything but Weasley.”
“I know that. But there’s a first time for everything.”
“Maybe if I were drunk, I might.”
“I hate going into pubs or bars. People always have the worst chat-up lines. Last time, a bloke asked if that was my wand in my pocket, or if I was just happy to see him. I swear, he must’ve been about eighty years old. My face was as read as my hair.”
“I’d have paid money to see that.”
“Trust you to take pleasure in my humiliation. But, looking back, I suppose it was rather funny.”
“I have several bottles of good wine at home, if you’d like.”
“Alright, then. So long as you promise not to chat me up.”
“I’ll need several liters of alcohol in me before I’m drunk enough for that.”
“Then let’s make a start on getting you sloshed.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Flirting
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This isa work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 03- “Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”, Milicent Bullstrode, First timeNotes: Apologies for not posting sooner. This is the first time I’ve had the time as well as the focus to write something. Ron and Draco apparently wanted to steal the spotlight this time. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Ron and Draco make amends over a horseback ride.
“I can’t believe that was your first time on a horse. You were such a natural at it.”
“Are you trying to flatter me, Malfoy?”
“Draco, please. Hearing myself called Malfoy leaves a rather bad taste in my mouth these days.”
“Draco, then. Why did you want to meet me here?”
“I wanted to meet you on neutral ground. I’m tired of fighting with you, and I thought you might feel the same. It’s been years.”
“It has. But you know Weasleys and Malfoys aren’t meant to mix. What on earth would people think?”
“Do you honestly care?”
“Not really. I reckon we could bury the hatchet.”
“So long as you don’t bury it in my back.”
“I wouldn’t. I don’t work that way.”
“We should head back. It’s getting dark, and Millicent likes to have the horses in the stables by evening when possible.”
“I can’t believe she owns a riding stable.”
“She’s always loved them. She said horses don’t judge you for not being a perfect ten.”
“It just seems so…not Slytherin?”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about what is and isn’t Slytherin, Ronald.”
“You could call me Ron, y’know. I promise it wouldn’t make your head implode.”
“Sorry. That just doesn’t seem natural coming from my mouth. I’m not in the habit of calling you anything but Weasley.”
“I know that. But there’s a first time for everything.”
“Maybe if I were drunk, I might.”
“I hate going into pubs or bars. People always have the worst chat-up lines. Last time, a bloke asked if that was my wand in my pocket, or if I was just happy to see him. I swear, he must’ve been about eighty years old. My face was as read as my hair.”
“I’d have paid money to see that.”
“Trust you to take pleasure in my humiliation. But, looking back, I suppose it was rather funny.”
“I have several bottles of good wine at home, if you’d like.”
“Alright, then. So long as you promise not to chat me up.”
“I’ll need several liters of alcohol in me before I’m drunk enough for that.”
“Then let’s make a start on getting you sloshed.”