Unwound

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Unwound

Author: bleedingangel84

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Humour, Romance

Warnings: Fluff, Ron in a temper

Word Count: 415

Written for: JMDC #91; dove_drabbles #12

Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR and other lucky rich people. They aren’t mine.

Summary: Ron learns why Harry puts up with Draco

Author’s Notes: This was unexpectedly sappy at the end. Harry insisted. This was not beta’ed  I wasn't expecting this to come from these prompts, but I hope it's okay.If you see errors, point them out please. I will be extremely grateful.

Unwound

“Bloody Hell! What have you blokes been doing in my chair?! I had strengthening wards on that thing, And now it’s good for nothing but kindling! And what in the name of Morgana’s pointed nipples is that stain?” Ron bellowed, ending his question with a huff.

“Trust me, Weasley, you’re better off not knowing what we did. Suffice it to say, Harry was very relaxed afterward, but your beloved chair paid the price. Not to worry, though. I’ll buy you another one,” Draco promised, doing his best not to smirk as the red of Ron’s cheeks suddenly rivaled his hair.

“I don’t know why Harry doesn’t have you on a leash, Malfoy. You’re a rotten menace, you are. You know that?” Ron asked, his expression caught somewhere between weary and reluctantly amused.

“Why, thank you, Weasley. Coming from you, I consider that quite the compliment,” Draco answered, shooting him a genuine smile that caused Ron to shake his head in bemusement.

“Where is Harry, anyway? I thought the two of you were joined at the hip lately.”

“He’s gone to get takeaway, Weasley. While you were in Australia making love to your wife, my boyfriend was busy playing Superman for the Auror department.”

Ron snorted, flopping on the couch and propping his feet up.

“How do you know who Superman is, Malfoy? Did Harry make you watch the film?”

“Oh no, Weasley. Nothing so mundane as that. He gave me a private demonstration. And I must say, he looks ever so good in tights,” Draco enthused.

“Ugh! That tears it, Malfoy. You’re definitely buying me another chair. And if I trusted you, I’d ask you to Obliviate me as well. Harry is my best friend, but I do not need to imagine what he looks like in tights. That’s just…wrong.”

Ron’s expression of complete disgust caused Draco to burst out laughing. By the time he’d finished, tears of mirth were in his eyes.

“Weasley, you have to be absolutely the straightest man on the planet. Oh, that was fun.”

“So glad to entertain you, Ferret,” Ron grumbled.

Just then, Harry walked through the door, carrying several bags.

Before he even got his coat off, his best friend burst out with a question.

“Harry, how do you put up with this git?”

Harry put the food down on the table and kicked off his shoes, propping his feet up. He looked utterly contented as he thought for a minute, smiling at Draco.

“Because I love him.”