Song Meme: Part Two [Harry Potter, Ron/Draco]
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterward; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do 5 of these, then post.
“So This Is Love (Instrumental Waltz)” ~ Disney’s Cinderella [1:59]
“All right, look,” Draco sighed, impatiently. “This is the fifteenth time you’ve showed up on my doorstep with that box of your brothers’ stupid toys-exploding candies and caterwauling dish towels or whatever the hell else is in there, I really don’t care and you know I’m not going to buy it-and your stupid ‘door-to-door’ excuse that stopped working a long time ago; you’re not a sodding salesman, you twit. So either get in here and fuck the hell out of me or leave me alone.”
Ron dropped the box of his brothers’ stupid toys and went for the first option.
“Shake Your Groove Thing” ~ Peaches and Herb [6:41]
“It’s easier than you think,” Draco promises, his body already stirring as the stereo blasts the first beats of the loud, pumping music. “I mean, Longbottom can waltz and that has steps. This-this is just moving. I know you can do that.”
Ron is faintly flattered, but not nearly convinced. He raises a skeptical eyebrow and shakes his head when the Slytherin offers his hand. “Draco, I didn’t even dance at Harry’s wedding. Why would I dance with you?”
“That’s just sad,” Draco says, dropping his hand and walking over to him. “And you’ll dance with me because I know how to make you.”
And Ron will admit, it is rather difficult to protest when Draco’s back is pressed flush against his front, and he has to swallow a few times before he can even utter a squeak of disapproval. Draco ignores him and starts to move. His hips move from side to side and Ron is only moving with him because he doesn’t want those hips to get away from him.
“See? Easy,” Draco says, lifting one arm to slide around Ron’s neck. Ron’s own arms are at his sides, his hands clenched in fists. They’re resisting, even though they long to touch… “It’s not even about technique, really,” Draco continues, his voice lowering to a murmur so that Ron has to get even closer to hear him over the music. “It’s about feeling. The music, your partner… You feel me, don’t you, Ron?”
Ron grits his teeth as the Slytherin rolls his hips, pushes his backside more firmly into Ron’s groin. “Bloody tease.”
“Who’s teasing?” Draco asks, sounding all innocent and sly at the same time, finally taking Ron’s hand in his free one and placing it on his gyrating stomach. “We’re dancing.”
Ron’s heart is dangerously close to bursting and he wonders if Draco can feel it pounding against his back. He allows his other hand to join the first, allows them to move down, fingers itching, ears burning red-hot when he hears Draco moan. And he assures himself that he is not dancing by any means; Draco is dancing and just happens to dancing on him. And he may have assured himself of that out loud, because he’s pretty sure he hears Draco sigh, “Whatever works,” before encouraging his hands to keep going.
And he’s suddenly quite glad that he didn’t bring Draco to Harry’s wedding.
“Kiss Me” ~ Sixpence None the Richer [3:19]
They’ve been fooling around in the Room of Requirement for nearly three months before Draco finally kissed him. Ron wasn’t sure what had changed, what had made the Slytherin suddenly decide to close the few inches of space between them.
But he supposed it didn’t really matter.
Draco’s kiss was surprisingly soft, his mouth unbelievably yielding; Ron found himself stunned, even as they parted, and grey eyes searched his for a moment before twinkling, a smirk tugging at Draco’s lips. The boy had brilliant lips.
“I know,” he murmured, leaning in close again.
What was it about Draco Malfoy that made him forget that his thoughts were supposed to stay in his head?
If thinking aloud got him another kiss, though, he guessed that was all right.
“Moonshadow” ~ Cat Stevens [2:48]
“What would you do if you didn’t have any hands?”
“What kind of question is that?” Ron doesn’t respond and Draco supposes that means he has to answer. “I’d make you do everything for me, I guess. Be a bit of a pain for both of us, I expect, but if you insist on asking…”
“What about your eyes?”
“What?”
“What if you didn’t have any eyes?”
“…You’re being rather morbid tonight, aren’t you?” Ron looks at him expectantly. “I’d-well, you’d have to lead me around. It would be very inconvenient for you.”
“What about your legs?”
“What the hell, Ron?”
“Well?”
“Well, you’d have to bloody carry me!”
“What about your mouth?”
“I’d never kiss you again.”
“Right. Keep that one, then.”
“It’s All Been Done” ~ Barenaked Ladies [3:26]
“No, I don’t think so,” Draco said, looking down at the redhead with a bit of smirk. “I think you can do better than that.”
“Better than…” Ron, on his the ground, down on his bloody knee with his little black box popped open, stared up at his beau with an incredulous look. “You’re joking.”
“It’s just so old-fashioned, Ronald,” he drawled, clearly enjoying himself, as he started to walk away.
Scowling, Ron stood and followed. “What, you want me to write it out in the sky or something?”
“Been done.”
“Spell it out with pizza toppings?”
“Done.”
“Over the radio?”
“Way done. Come on, Weasley; use that fiery head of yours.”
Fire was what he asked for and fire was what he got; Ron grabbed his arms and pulled him close so his wide grey eyes could see straight into Ron’s, ablaze with determination and passion.
“Will you marry me, you irritating, arrogant, self-absorbed, ferrety bastard?”
“Oh, Weasley, I thought you’d never ask.”
2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterward; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do 5 of these, then post.
“So This Is Love (Instrumental Waltz)” ~ Disney’s Cinderella [1:59]
“All right, look,” Draco sighed, impatiently. “This is the fifteenth time you’ve showed up on my doorstep with that box of your brothers’ stupid toys-exploding candies and caterwauling dish towels or whatever the hell else is in there, I really don’t care and you know I’m not going to buy it-and your stupid ‘door-to-door’ excuse that stopped working a long time ago; you’re not a sodding salesman, you twit. So either get in here and fuck the hell out of me or leave me alone.”
Ron dropped the box of his brothers’ stupid toys and went for the first option.
“Shake Your Groove Thing” ~ Peaches and Herb [6:41]
“It’s easier than you think,” Draco promises, his body already stirring as the stereo blasts the first beats of the loud, pumping music. “I mean, Longbottom can waltz and that has steps. This-this is just moving. I know you can do that.”
Ron is faintly flattered, but not nearly convinced. He raises a skeptical eyebrow and shakes his head when the Slytherin offers his hand. “Draco, I didn’t even dance at Harry’s wedding. Why would I dance with you?”
“That’s just sad,” Draco says, dropping his hand and walking over to him. “And you’ll dance with me because I know how to make you.”
And Ron will admit, it is rather difficult to protest when Draco’s back is pressed flush against his front, and he has to swallow a few times before he can even utter a squeak of disapproval. Draco ignores him and starts to move. His hips move from side to side and Ron is only moving with him because he doesn’t want those hips to get away from him.
“See? Easy,” Draco says, lifting one arm to slide around Ron’s neck. Ron’s own arms are at his sides, his hands clenched in fists. They’re resisting, even though they long to touch… “It’s not even about technique, really,” Draco continues, his voice lowering to a murmur so that Ron has to get even closer to hear him over the music. “It’s about feeling. The music, your partner… You feel me, don’t you, Ron?”
Ron grits his teeth as the Slytherin rolls his hips, pushes his backside more firmly into Ron’s groin. “Bloody tease.”
“Who’s teasing?” Draco asks, sounding all innocent and sly at the same time, finally taking Ron’s hand in his free one and placing it on his gyrating stomach. “We’re dancing.”
Ron’s heart is dangerously close to bursting and he wonders if Draco can feel it pounding against his back. He allows his other hand to join the first, allows them to move down, fingers itching, ears burning red-hot when he hears Draco moan. And he assures himself that he is not dancing by any means; Draco is dancing and just happens to dancing on him. And he may have assured himself of that out loud, because he’s pretty sure he hears Draco sigh, “Whatever works,” before encouraging his hands to keep going.
And he’s suddenly quite glad that he didn’t bring Draco to Harry’s wedding.
“Kiss Me” ~ Sixpence None the Richer [3:19]
They’ve been fooling around in the Room of Requirement for nearly three months before Draco finally kissed him. Ron wasn’t sure what had changed, what had made the Slytherin suddenly decide to close the few inches of space between them.
But he supposed it didn’t really matter.
Draco’s kiss was surprisingly soft, his mouth unbelievably yielding; Ron found himself stunned, even as they parted, and grey eyes searched his for a moment before twinkling, a smirk tugging at Draco’s lips. The boy had brilliant lips.
“I know,” he murmured, leaning in close again.
What was it about Draco Malfoy that made him forget that his thoughts were supposed to stay in his head?
If thinking aloud got him another kiss, though, he guessed that was all right.
“Moonshadow” ~ Cat Stevens [2:48]
“What would you do if you didn’t have any hands?”
“What kind of question is that?” Ron doesn’t respond and Draco supposes that means he has to answer. “I’d make you do everything for me, I guess. Be a bit of a pain for both of us, I expect, but if you insist on asking…”
“What about your eyes?”
“What?”
“What if you didn’t have any eyes?”
“…You’re being rather morbid tonight, aren’t you?” Ron looks at him expectantly. “I’d-well, you’d have to lead me around. It would be very inconvenient for you.”
“What about your legs?”
“What the hell, Ron?”
“Well?”
“Well, you’d have to bloody carry me!”
“What about your mouth?”
“I’d never kiss you again.”
“Right. Keep that one, then.”
“It’s All Been Done” ~ Barenaked Ladies [3:26]
“No, I don’t think so,” Draco said, looking down at the redhead with a bit of smirk. “I think you can do better than that.”
“Better than…” Ron, on his the ground, down on his bloody knee with his little black box popped open, stared up at his beau with an incredulous look. “You’re joking.”
“It’s just so old-fashioned, Ronald,” he drawled, clearly enjoying himself, as he started to walk away.
Scowling, Ron stood and followed. “What, you want me to write it out in the sky or something?”
“Been done.”
“Spell it out with pizza toppings?”
“Done.”
“Over the radio?”
“Way done. Come on, Weasley; use that fiery head of yours.”
Fire was what he asked for and fire was what he got; Ron grabbed his arms and pulled him close so his wide grey eyes could see straight into Ron’s, ablaze with determination and passion.
“Will you marry me, you irritating, arrogant, self-absorbed, ferrety bastard?”
“Oh, Weasley, I thought you’d never ask.”