Merry Christmas sake1_1!
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Who wanted: Ron/Draco, cage-dancing!draco and drunk!ron
He had to be drunk. There was no other solution. Ron looked down at his drink, inspecting it for some kind of foul play. When there were no signs to be seen, Ron looked back up at the person dancing before him. Slender legs, encased in tight black leather, and an ass to die for. Ron blinked and peered through the bars blocking him from the cage dancer as that immaculate body swayed and twisted for the audience.
He took a gulp of his drink, vision momentarily going blurry, as he continued to travel his gaze up that body. The man's chest was bare, hairless and porcelain white. Ron wanted to touch, wanted to taste. The neck was long; perfect for biting on, and the face...the face...
...Was that of Draco Malfoy.
Ron fell off his barstool, onto the dirty floor. Draco danced on, oblivious. When Ron realized Draco hadn't seen him, Ron carefully sat back down and continued to stare. His mind was sure to insist that this was a very bad idea, but since when did Ron listen to what his brain had to say?
As Ron continued to gaze up at Draco, he became aware of the other people around them look at the dancer as well. Ron felt a surge of annoyance and glared at the nearest guy. The man snorted and made a whistling noise at Draco.
"Hey, back off," Ron growled.
Bad move, picking on someone bigger than he was. Not that Ron realized the size difference until he was being shoved across the room. Ron debated pulling out his wand, but instead resorted to something he would never admit to: he ran away.
Outside of the bar/club, Ron busied himself with trying to decide if he wanted to go home or go over to Harry's and bother the man to death. Apparently he took too long trying to figure out this simple equation, because when he turned to head home he found Draco Malfoy staring at him. Ron blinked at Draco rather drunkenly, before breaking into a wide grin.
"Malfoy," Ron greeted.
"I should have known you'd be here," Draco growled. Literally growled. Ron tried to tell himself that, contrary to what his body believed, he was not attracted to that sound.
"Umm, right," Ron finally said.
"Bet you liked what you saw, didn't you, Weasley?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ron opened his mouth to say that he, no, he did not like what he saw. In fact, he was utterly disgusted by it and he need to throw up, now. Yet, what actually came out was this: "Yes."
Draco stared at him. Ron didn't exactly blame the guy; if roles were reversed he would have been staring at Draco like he was psychotic, too. Finally, Draco gave a huff of breath and shook his head. "Walk me home."
"Huh?"
"Eloquent, aren't we?" Draco said, teasingly. "I said, walk me home."
"...Okay," Ron agreed. He and Draco shared a look, the corners of Draco's mouth turning upward. Ron allowed half of a grin and began walking, Draco at his side.
Who wanted: Ron/Draco, cage-dancing!draco and drunk!ron
He had to be drunk. There was no other solution. Ron looked down at his drink, inspecting it for some kind of foul play. When there were no signs to be seen, Ron looked back up at the person dancing before him. Slender legs, encased in tight black leather, and an ass to die for. Ron blinked and peered through the bars blocking him from the cage dancer as that immaculate body swayed and twisted for the audience.
He took a gulp of his drink, vision momentarily going blurry, as he continued to travel his gaze up that body. The man's chest was bare, hairless and porcelain white. Ron wanted to touch, wanted to taste. The neck was long; perfect for biting on, and the face...the face...
...Was that of Draco Malfoy.
Ron fell off his barstool, onto the dirty floor. Draco danced on, oblivious. When Ron realized Draco hadn't seen him, Ron carefully sat back down and continued to stare. His mind was sure to insist that this was a very bad idea, but since when did Ron listen to what his brain had to say?
As Ron continued to gaze up at Draco, he became aware of the other people around them look at the dancer as well. Ron felt a surge of annoyance and glared at the nearest guy. The man snorted and made a whistling noise at Draco.
"Hey, back off," Ron growled.
Bad move, picking on someone bigger than he was. Not that Ron realized the size difference until he was being shoved across the room. Ron debated pulling out his wand, but instead resorted to something he would never admit to: he ran away.
Outside of the bar/club, Ron busied himself with trying to decide if he wanted to go home or go over to Harry's and bother the man to death. Apparently he took too long trying to figure out this simple equation, because when he turned to head home he found Draco Malfoy staring at him. Ron blinked at Draco rather drunkenly, before breaking into a wide grin.
"Malfoy," Ron greeted.
"I should have known you'd be here," Draco growled. Literally growled. Ron tried to tell himself that, contrary to what his body believed, he was not attracted to that sound.
"Umm, right," Ron finally said.
"Bet you liked what you saw, didn't you, Weasley?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ron opened his mouth to say that he, no, he did not like what he saw. In fact, he was utterly disgusted by it and he need to throw up, now. Yet, what actually came out was this: "Yes."
Draco stared at him. Ron didn't exactly blame the guy; if roles were reversed he would have been staring at Draco like he was psychotic, too. Finally, Draco gave a huff of breath and shook his head. "Walk me home."
"Huh?"
"Eloquent, aren't we?" Draco said, teasingly. "I said, walk me home."
"...Okay," Ron agreed. He and Draco shared a look, the corners of Draco's mouth turning upward. Ron allowed half of a grin and began walking, Draco at his side.