Midnight Snack - Ron/Viktor
Title: Midnight Snack
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Viktor Krum
Rating: PG
Word Count/Art Medium: 400
Summary: Viktor didn't like that Ron only danced with him for one song and then ran away.
Notes: Unbetaed. I tried with Krum's accent. Don't hate me. Created for the
rarepair_shorts summer wishlist event. Request/Prompt Used: (Enemies-to-)Friends-to-Lovers sort of. by
darkhairedgirl.
Ron opened the door to his hotel room and his breath caught at seeing him standing there. They'd both met hours before at Ginny and Luna's wedding reception and when Krum had asked for a dance, Ron had decided to be polite by saying yes.
It wasn't totally awkward because they weren't the only same-sex pair on the dance floor, but it was awkward for Ron because he was Ron.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. He'd thought he was opening the door to room service. A little bit of a late night snack and a bottle of Firewhisky. He wasn't expecting the hunky man whose muscles were the size of Ron's entire body.
Krum bit his lower lip as if he were embarrassed, and then looked as though he'd decided to forgo the mortification.
"All this food for one person?" he asked Ron who felt his cheeks burn. Why, at this point in his life did Ron feel self-conscious about his eating habits, he didn't know.
Ron shrugged. "I'm hungry."
Krum gave a knowing smile. "Your room vas hard to find."
"Should have asked me where I was staying then."
"I couldn't," Krum said, his gaze settling on Ron's lips. "One dance and you ran out."
"If you stop looking at me like you're going to eat me, I'll invite you in and we can share the food."
"I'm not here for the food, Veasley."
"Firewhisky then?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
Krum's gaze travelled down Ron's chest and settled on his belt. Or at least, that's what Ron told himself. "If you vill only play games…"
Ron chuckled and he leaned against the door frame. Was he looking for an invitation? He was going to have to work harder than that. Ron was more than content with the midnight snack. He didn't need a side of attitude.
"I vuld like to come… inside," Krum said, finally, looking resigned. He picked up the bottle of Firewhisky, uncorked it, and took a swig from it. "Vye do Gryffindors alvays make me verk so hard?"
Ron laughed, finally getting out the way to allow Viktor to roll the food cart in.
"I don't know," replied Ron, closing the door behind him. "Maybe we just like seeing those muscles toiling away." His mouth watered, and for the first time in a long time, it had nothing to do with the food. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/776551.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Viktor Krum
Rating: PG
Word Count/Art Medium: 400
Summary: Viktor didn't like that Ron only danced with him for one song and then ran away.
Notes: Unbetaed. I tried with Krum's accent. Don't hate me. Created for the
rarepair_shorts summer wishlist event. Request/Prompt Used: (Enemies-to-)Friends-to-Lovers sort of. by
darkhairedgirl.
Ron opened the door to his hotel room and his breath caught at seeing him standing there. They'd both met hours before at Ginny and Luna's wedding reception and when Krum had asked for a dance, Ron had decided to be polite by saying yes.
It wasn't totally awkward because they weren't the only same-sex pair on the dance floor, but it was awkward for Ron because he was Ron.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. He'd thought he was opening the door to room service. A little bit of a late night snack and a bottle of Firewhisky. He wasn't expecting the hunky man whose muscles were the size of Ron's entire body.
Krum bit his lower lip as if he were embarrassed, and then looked as though he'd decided to forgo the mortification.
"All this food for one person?" he asked Ron who felt his cheeks burn. Why, at this point in his life did Ron feel self-conscious about his eating habits, he didn't know.
Ron shrugged. "I'm hungry."
Krum gave a knowing smile. "Your room vas hard to find."
"Should have asked me where I was staying then."
"I couldn't," Krum said, his gaze settling on Ron's lips. "One dance and you ran out."
"If you stop looking at me like you're going to eat me, I'll invite you in and we can share the food."
"I'm not here for the food, Veasley."
"Firewhisky then?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
Krum's gaze travelled down Ron's chest and settled on his belt. Or at least, that's what Ron told himself. "If you vill only play games…"
Ron chuckled and he leaned against the door frame. Was he looking for an invitation? He was going to have to work harder than that. Ron was more than content with the midnight snack. He didn't need a side of attitude.
"I vuld like to come… inside," Krum said, finally, looking resigned. He picked up the bottle of Firewhisky, uncorked it, and took a swig from it. "Vye do Gryffindors alvays make me verk so hard?"
Ron laughed, finally getting out the way to allow Viktor to roll the food cart in.
"I don't know," replied Ron, closing the door behind him. "Maybe we just like seeing those muscles toiling away." His mouth watered, and for the first time in a long time, it had nothing to do with the food. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/776551.html. Thanks for reading