Common
Title: Common
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco and Ron find they have something in common.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
Harry glared sternly at the two sheepish men in the kitchen. His best friend was sporting a cut lip and his boyfriend had a black eye.
"All this over a Quidditch match?" he asked wearily.
At once, shouts of 'he started it' and 'like hell I did' filled the air and Harry prayed to every deity he could think of for some patience. "Knock it off!" he yelled, shutting the two idiots up.
Finally, it was Draco who spoke up. "Harry, I know you want us to get along but it's not going to happen. You're asking for a sodding miracle here."
Ron nodded stoutly, for once in complete agreement with Draco. Harry groaned. Every two weeks, they went over this. "Look, I'm not asking for a bond of eternal friendship here" He paused, allowing the two to shudder before continuing "All I ask is that you learn to have a civilized conversation without killing each other. Can't you two- I don't know- find some common ground or something?"
Draco smirked. "Look at us, Potter. Do we look like two people who would have anything in common? And frankly, I don't want anything in common with him. He's a stupid, oafish...SPIDER!"
Ron bristled at once. "Yeah? Well, you're a low down, dirty ferret is what you are and..."
"No!" Draco screeched, scrambling on to the counter in a fit of panic "Spider! Over there!" He pointed frantically in the general direction of Ron's left foot- an altogether unwise decision.
Ron didn't even turn to see it. With a high pitched scream which would have probably made Hermione rethink their relationship had she been there, he scrabbled on to the counter as well joining the blonde. Harry could only gape. They were holding on to each other like two skittish schoolgirls now, each rambling on about the horrible, scary spider.
"Where is it? Is it on me? I feel like it's on me..."
"…size of my bloody hand! Merlin, I hate spiders. That one looked poisonous too…"
"And again I ask- IS IT ON ME?"
"Nothing in common, my arse" Harry broke in with a laugh, causing the two to stop and glare at him.
"Well don't just stand there, Potter! Kill the damn thing" Draco snapped, his arms still wrapped around Ron's neck.
"Yeah Harry! Now would be an excellent time to renew that whole Hero of the Wizarding World title" Ron chimed in, hanging on to Draco as well.
"Kill it? I'm going to thank it, maybe buy it dinner" Harry grinned. "Why don't you two stay right there and have a nice chat and I'll go watch the telly, yeah?"
"Harry!"
"Potter, get back here this instant!"
But the Boy Who Lived had already exited, leaving two very awkward men stranded on the counter.
"So" Ron said finally, clearing his throat "You like the Cannons?"
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco and Ron find they have something in common.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
Harry glared sternly at the two sheepish men in the kitchen. His best friend was sporting a cut lip and his boyfriend had a black eye.
"All this over a Quidditch match?" he asked wearily.
At once, shouts of 'he started it' and 'like hell I did' filled the air and Harry prayed to every deity he could think of for some patience. "Knock it off!" he yelled, shutting the two idiots up.
Finally, it was Draco who spoke up. "Harry, I know you want us to get along but it's not going to happen. You're asking for a sodding miracle here."
Ron nodded stoutly, for once in complete agreement with Draco. Harry groaned. Every two weeks, they went over this. "Look, I'm not asking for a bond of eternal friendship here" He paused, allowing the two to shudder before continuing "All I ask is that you learn to have a civilized conversation without killing each other. Can't you two- I don't know- find some common ground or something?"
Draco smirked. "Look at us, Potter. Do we look like two people who would have anything in common? And frankly, I don't want anything in common with him. He's a stupid, oafish...SPIDER!"
Ron bristled at once. "Yeah? Well, you're a low down, dirty ferret is what you are and..."
"No!" Draco screeched, scrambling on to the counter in a fit of panic "Spider! Over there!" He pointed frantically in the general direction of Ron's left foot- an altogether unwise decision.
Ron didn't even turn to see it. With a high pitched scream which would have probably made Hermione rethink their relationship had she been there, he scrabbled on to the counter as well joining the blonde. Harry could only gape. They were holding on to each other like two skittish schoolgirls now, each rambling on about the horrible, scary spider.
"Where is it? Is it on me? I feel like it's on me..."
"…size of my bloody hand! Merlin, I hate spiders. That one looked poisonous too…"
"And again I ask- IS IT ON ME?"
"Nothing in common, my arse" Harry broke in with a laugh, causing the two to stop and glare at him.
"Well don't just stand there, Potter! Kill the damn thing" Draco snapped, his arms still wrapped around Ron's neck.
"Yeah Harry! Now would be an excellent time to renew that whole Hero of the Wizarding World title" Ron chimed in, hanging on to Draco as well.
"Kill it? I'm going to thank it, maybe buy it dinner" Harry grinned. "Why don't you two stay right there and have a nice chat and I'll go watch the telly, yeah?"
"Harry!"
"Potter, get back here this instant!"
But the Boy Who Lived had already exited, leaving two very awkward men stranded on the counter.
"So" Ron said finally, clearing his throat "You like the Cannons?"