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Title; Witching Hour
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 033. Midnight
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 309
Summary; 'The witching hour was their time, the only time they had together and they took it thankfully, meeting in shadowed alcoves, and rooms where they would kiss, talk and fuck each other for an hour, or sometime hours before they had to go back to their lives. '
Warnings; Character Death
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Witching Hour
by; Mack
The witching hour was their time, the only time they had together and they took it thankfully, meeting in shadowed alcoves, and rooms where they would kiss, talk and fuck each other for an hour, or sometime hours before they had to go back to their lives.
No one could know of course, the two of them were on different sides. One was a Death Eater and the other and was an Order Member, it was forbidden, and it was frowned upon.
That was what made it so great, they were adrenaline junkies, needing their fix and they did this, not out of love, or out of lust, but because they wanted to see how long it would take before they go caught.
They never got caught, and they didn’t stop till the day one of them was sentenced to death after the war for being on the wrong side.
And even then there was no emotion between them - no sadness, not hate for the loss, just acceptance, they were nothing more than fucks, they weren’t even buddies. One of them watched as the soul was sucked out of those blue eyes that were staring straight at him in triumph. They had never gotten caught, midnight was still theirs.
He watched as that light went dead in his eyes and he slumped down taking a deep shuddering breath, followed by another and then there was nothing more than a hollow shell where someone proud used to stand.
He nodded his head once, in recognition before turning to his family, watching as they cried for their youngest son that turned because he wanted to have more power and he smiled softly and he told them that their son was a good man, who had taken the wrong path, and that he was in a better place now, so don’t worry.
Title; Truth About Draco Malfoy
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 022. People
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 330
Summary; 'It’s been fifteen years since I married him, and people still don’t understand why I married him.'
Warnings; mPreg
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Truth About Draco Malfoy
by; Mack
It’s been fifteen years since I married him, and people still don’t understand why I married him. They think it’s all some kind of elaborate joke, some ruse to make them believe hat he is capable of loving someone, when they think they only love himself. That isn’t true.
They don’t see the way he smiles at me, or at our son Skylar. They don’t see the way he grins at something I say, or the way he smiles at something Sky brought in from the outside. The way he takes whatever dead bird or bug he’s been given and inspects it before thanking Sky and kissing his head, making sure the boy is out of his sight before putting back in the garden and washing his hands carefully.
They don’t see the way that he wraps his legs around my waist in the beginning, only to fall apart and spread wide, wanting more, when I am moving in him, the way his back arches, his mouth falling open in shock and pleasure, the way his nose scrunches up and he bites his lip before he screams in pleasure, legs wrapping once more around my waist and holding me in. They don’t see the way he collapsed with a sated smile and I wait before he lifts his hips and I began to pound feeling him clench, creating a tiger heat as I go faster and faster until I am coming, coming with a grunt.
They see the aristocratic perfection of his clothes, each stitch tailored to emanate a masculine beauty and grace. They don’t see the way his hips curve slightly outwards adding an androgynous curve to his body, or soft, slightly distended skin of his belly, or the scar that is right under his belly button that had faded over the past three years. They don’t see that each of those things are mine, are because of us, because of Skylar.
They just see Malfoy, I see Draco.
Title; Happily Ever After
Rating; PG
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 006. Forever
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 100
Summary; 'Forever and a day'
Warnings;
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Happily Ever After
by; Mack
“How long do you think we’re going to last?”
“A long time, why are we talking about this? It’s depressing.”
“I just want to know if I should cut my losses now or if this is real for you and that I should stay with you.”
“It’s real for me.”
“How real?”
“Why do you continue this? I’m going to get some Zoloft soon.”
“I want to know, indulge me please.”
“I want you forever and ever and then some more forever and then you times it by forever and there you go.”
“That’s a long time.”
“Not long enough.”
Title; Plain John
Rating; PG
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 050. Plain
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 239
Summary; 'There is nothing really to mark him as anything special. '
Warnings;
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Plain John
by; Mack
There is nothing really to mark him as anything special. He isn’t a genius; he gets good enough grades but nothing to build a statue over. He’s loyal, but prone to fits of anger that make him say stupid things and then he isn’t on talking terms with anyone for a long time.
He’s good at chess, but pants when it comes to actual strategy, he couldn’t plan an offensive movement if his life depended on it. He loves Quidditch, knows all the rules, all the team names, players names every little thing about it, but he can’t play, he’s too slow for keeper and seeker, he’s too clumsy for a chaser and he is too nice to be a beater.
He can perform most spells, but it takes a little bit for him to catch on, pronounce things correctly so that nothing would go wrong. And even then the spells aren’t anything to ‘ohhh’ and ‘ahhhh’ over, they worked, and that was it. There was nothing special about then.
He really isn’t much to look at either. He’s tall, thin, gangly, too much red hair, too pale skin, bright blue eyes, freckles, thin lips, slightly large nose, wide open eyes, large ears, big hands and feet, crooked teeth and scars roping over his entire body from an attack in fifth year.
He’s rather plain all and all, but he is mine yannow, and that is enough for me.
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 033. Midnight
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 309
Summary; 'The witching hour was their time, the only time they had together and they took it thankfully, meeting in shadowed alcoves, and rooms where they would kiss, talk and fuck each other for an hour, or sometime hours before they had to go back to their lives. '
Warnings; Character Death
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Witching Hour
by; Mack
The witching hour was their time, the only time they had together and they took it thankfully, meeting in shadowed alcoves, and rooms where they would kiss, talk and fuck each other for an hour, or sometime hours before they had to go back to their lives.
No one could know of course, the two of them were on different sides. One was a Death Eater and the other and was an Order Member, it was forbidden, and it was frowned upon.
That was what made it so great, they were adrenaline junkies, needing their fix and they did this, not out of love, or out of lust, but because they wanted to see how long it would take before they go caught.
They never got caught, and they didn’t stop till the day one of them was sentenced to death after the war for being on the wrong side.
And even then there was no emotion between them - no sadness, not hate for the loss, just acceptance, they were nothing more than fucks, they weren’t even buddies. One of them watched as the soul was sucked out of those blue eyes that were staring straight at him in triumph. They had never gotten caught, midnight was still theirs.
He watched as that light went dead in his eyes and he slumped down taking a deep shuddering breath, followed by another and then there was nothing more than a hollow shell where someone proud used to stand.
He nodded his head once, in recognition before turning to his family, watching as they cried for their youngest son that turned because he wanted to have more power and he smiled softly and he told them that their son was a good man, who had taken the wrong path, and that he was in a better place now, so don’t worry.
Title; Truth About Draco Malfoy
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 022. People
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 330
Summary; 'It’s been fifteen years since I married him, and people still don’t understand why I married him.'
Warnings; mPreg
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Truth About Draco Malfoy
by; Mack
It’s been fifteen years since I married him, and people still don’t understand why I married him. They think it’s all some kind of elaborate joke, some ruse to make them believe hat he is capable of loving someone, when they think they only love himself. That isn’t true.
They don’t see the way he smiles at me, or at our son Skylar. They don’t see the way he grins at something I say, or the way he smiles at something Sky brought in from the outside. The way he takes whatever dead bird or bug he’s been given and inspects it before thanking Sky and kissing his head, making sure the boy is out of his sight before putting back in the garden and washing his hands carefully.
They don’t see the way that he wraps his legs around my waist in the beginning, only to fall apart and spread wide, wanting more, when I am moving in him, the way his back arches, his mouth falling open in shock and pleasure, the way his nose scrunches up and he bites his lip before he screams in pleasure, legs wrapping once more around my waist and holding me in. They don’t see the way he collapsed with a sated smile and I wait before he lifts his hips and I began to pound feeling him clench, creating a tiger heat as I go faster and faster until I am coming, coming with a grunt.
They see the aristocratic perfection of his clothes, each stitch tailored to emanate a masculine beauty and grace. They don’t see the way his hips curve slightly outwards adding an androgynous curve to his body, or soft, slightly distended skin of his belly, or the scar that is right under his belly button that had faded over the past three years. They don’t see that each of those things are mine, are because of us, because of Skylar.
They just see Malfoy, I see Draco.
Title; Happily Ever After
Rating; PG
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 006. Forever
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 100
Summary; 'Forever and a day'
Warnings;
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Happily Ever After
by; Mack
“How long do you think we’re going to last?”
“A long time, why are we talking about this? It’s depressing.”
“I just want to know if I should cut my losses now or if this is real for you and that I should stay with you.”
“It’s real for me.”
“How real?”
“Why do you continue this? I’m going to get some Zoloft soon.”
“I want to know, indulge me please.”
“I want you forever and ever and then some more forever and then you times it by forever and there you go.”
“That’s a long time.”
“Not long enough.”
Title; Plain John
Rating; PG
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 050. Plain
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 239
Summary; 'There is nothing really to mark him as anything special. '
Warnings;
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco.
Plain John
by; Mack
There is nothing really to mark him as anything special. He isn’t a genius; he gets good enough grades but nothing to build a statue over. He’s loyal, but prone to fits of anger that make him say stupid things and then he isn’t on talking terms with anyone for a long time.
He’s good at chess, but pants when it comes to actual strategy, he couldn’t plan an offensive movement if his life depended on it. He loves Quidditch, knows all the rules, all the team names, players names every little thing about it, but he can’t play, he’s too slow for keeper and seeker, he’s too clumsy for a chaser and he is too nice to be a beater.
He can perform most spells, but it takes a little bit for him to catch on, pronounce things correctly so that nothing would go wrong. And even then the spells aren’t anything to ‘ohhh’ and ‘ahhhh’ over, they worked, and that was it. There was nothing special about then.
He really isn’t much to look at either. He’s tall, thin, gangly, too much red hair, too pale skin, bright blue eyes, freckles, thin lips, slightly large nose, wide open eyes, large ears, big hands and feet, crooked teeth and scars roping over his entire body from an attack in fifth year.
He’s rather plain all and all, but he is mine yannow, and that is enough for me.