Enjoying Yourself
Title: Enjoying Yourself
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy
Prompt: Rolling on the floor
Rating: G
Word Count: 444
Summary: Draco gains a job in Romania: dragon keeping.
Author's Notes: My first fic for my pair!
Prompt Table: Here.
Draco Malfoy was never comfortable with the idea of having an office job, sitting behind stacks of paper waiting to be reviewed and approved. Neither had he imagined avoiding the Ministry would place him alongside Charlie Weasley in Romania searching for dragons. He didn’t know why he got the job, or even how, but Charlie gracefully accepted the post-Death Eater into his team when one of the team members informed them Draco was Latin for dragon.
“Well, are you are enjoying yourself?” The redhead asked quietly in the middle of the night as the remaining pair awake crawled into their tent.
Draco didn’t seem too pleased when he responded, “Of course.”
Charlie must have hinted the annoyance in his tone and said, “You can always go back, if you’d like. We have broomsticks for you to get closer and Apparate back home. Or I could do it.”
Draco was never… fond of Apparation. Not since the one time he forgot his left leg back at the Manor. “Oh no, I’ll stay. I came here for… for the adventure.”
“Adventure?” laughed Charlie. “It’s more work than anything.”
The blond rolled his eyes and stripped his afternoon attire, removing most of the clothing set for protection against dragons. Thick as a door, the vest he dropped to the floor made a thud, the only sound to kill the silence. He added to the pile the fire-resistant trousers and kicked off his shoes before walking over to his sleeping bag when Charlie Weasley gasped loudly.
“Are - are those… Montrose Magpie boxers?”
“Yeah…” he said, turning around in the process. His eyes landed on the pair of orange boxers resting on Weasley’s hips. “Chudley Canons? Are you completely mental?”
“Mental? They don’t cheat!”
“And you expect me to believe that the Magpies do?”
Charlie crossed his arms over his muscular chest: “Yeah.”
There was an uncomfortable pause while Draco seized the boy up, Charlie doing the same. Their eyes found each other after seconds of scanning the other’s body.
Charlie lunged first, finding himself entangling his arms in the blonds’. Draco twisted and fought back, raising his hips in any attempt to distract the Weasel sitting on top of him. “Say it, Malfoy, Canons kick arse.”
“N-never!” he said with a smile before getting one hand locked on the dragon keeper’s wrist. He managed to pull it down, forcing Charlie to follow in its’ direction. Barely inches away, Draco’s eyes locked upon the blue hidden beneath the heavy eyelids. Their animated arms surrendered cohesively, falling to their sides. “Well…” Draco managed to say, although his voice was nothing louder than a whisper.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy
Prompt: Rolling on the floor
Rating: G
Word Count: 444
Summary: Draco gains a job in Romania: dragon keeping.
Author's Notes: My first fic for my pair!
Prompt Table: Here.
Draco Malfoy was never comfortable with the idea of having an office job, sitting behind stacks of paper waiting to be reviewed and approved. Neither had he imagined avoiding the Ministry would place him alongside Charlie Weasley in Romania searching for dragons. He didn’t know why he got the job, or even how, but Charlie gracefully accepted the post-Death Eater into his team when one of the team members informed them Draco was Latin for dragon.
“Well, are you are enjoying yourself?” The redhead asked quietly in the middle of the night as the remaining pair awake crawled into their tent.
Draco didn’t seem too pleased when he responded, “Of course.”
Charlie must have hinted the annoyance in his tone and said, “You can always go back, if you’d like. We have broomsticks for you to get closer and Apparate back home. Or I could do it.”
Draco was never… fond of Apparation. Not since the one time he forgot his left leg back at the Manor. “Oh no, I’ll stay. I came here for… for the adventure.”
“Adventure?” laughed Charlie. “It’s more work than anything.”
The blond rolled his eyes and stripped his afternoon attire, removing most of the clothing set for protection against dragons. Thick as a door, the vest he dropped to the floor made a thud, the only sound to kill the silence. He added to the pile the fire-resistant trousers and kicked off his shoes before walking over to his sleeping bag when Charlie Weasley gasped loudly.
“Are - are those… Montrose Magpie boxers?”
“Yeah…” he said, turning around in the process. His eyes landed on the pair of orange boxers resting on Weasley’s hips. “Chudley Canons? Are you completely mental?”
“Mental? They don’t cheat!”
“And you expect me to believe that the Magpies do?”
Charlie crossed his arms over his muscular chest: “Yeah.”
There was an uncomfortable pause while Draco seized the boy up, Charlie doing the same. Their eyes found each other after seconds of scanning the other’s body.
Charlie lunged first, finding himself entangling his arms in the blonds’. Draco twisted and fought back, raising his hips in any attempt to distract the Weasel sitting on top of him. “Say it, Malfoy, Canons kick arse.”
“N-never!” he said with a smile before getting one hand locked on the dragon keeper’s wrist. He managed to pull it down, forcing Charlie to follow in its’ direction. Barely inches away, Draco’s eyes locked upon the blue hidden beneath the heavy eyelids. Their animated arms surrendered cohesively, falling to their sides. “Well…” Draco managed to say, although his voice was nothing louder than a whisper.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”