Series: Anything You Can Do (10/?)
Title: Anything You Can Do (10/?)
Episode: #10 - Drunk on Liquid Love
Rating: R - for now
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter aren't mine. I just like making them shag each other. A lot.
Summary: Being the resident 'it-boy' of the Wizarding World, Draco doesn't appreciate it when Ron Weasley stumbles into the scene and steals all his coverage. This means war.
Notes: An on-going Ron/Draco, that'll be updated every other day.
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Anything You Can Do (10/?)
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Harry Potter had witnessed a lot of disturbing things in his young life.
He had seen a man with a face on the back of his head, a phoenix gauge out the eyes of a basilisk, Dolores Umbridge wearing a fluffy pink cardigan… Hell, he had watched a grown man chop off his hand and literally stew it in a potion, of all things.
But watching his best friend feeling up Draco Malfoy and snogging the life out of the pasty little git? That trumped Peter Pettigrew’s bloody stump any day of the week.
“Blaise!” Malfoy was continuing to wail hysterically, clinging to the torn fabric of his robes before squeaking when Ron Weasley scrambled on top of him again and began undulating their hips together. “Dear Merlin, SAVE ME!”
Harry, frozen to the spot and briefly wondering if his eyes would ever be clean again, was only snapped into action when Zabini’s camera let off another brilliant flash and jolted him out of his horror. Jumping into the scuffle, Harry grabbed Ron’s shoulders to try and pull him away from the blond and why was that body glitter so damn slippery anyway?
“Ooof! Zabini!” Harry huffed breathlessly at Blaise, his glasses dangling off his left ear precariously as he latched onto Ron’s left arm like a limpet. “Are you going to help or are you just going to keep snapping pictures?!”
Blaise, who answered this question by snapping a picture of Harry, was saved from being leapt on in fury when the door of the bathroom opened and Hermione Granger walked in.
Looking down at the scene, she pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a weary sigh.
“Oh, Merlin, what now?”
“Ron’s been poisoned!” Harry cried out.
“Care to have a picture taken, Granger?” Blaise enquired.
“He’s trying to RAPE ME!” Draco screamed.
“Poisoned?” Hermione gasped, ignoring Draco’s frantic movements towards the door and his shriek as Ron grabbed his ankles and pulled him back inside. “Who would do such a thing?”
“I wonder!” Harry snorted heatedly as he landed on his bottom and, finally giving up, pulled out his wand and said, “Sorry, Ron. Incarcerous!”
Thin cords fired out of Harry’s wand and immediately wound themselves around the amorous redhead like a python. Harry, wincing when Ron fell to one side, soon found himself marveling at his persistence when he began to hop his bound self towards the dishevelled blond beside him.
Stepping over Malfoy as he scrambled his way into the furthest corner from Ron, Hermione picked up the discarded champagne flute by the sink and sniffed it.
“Amortentia…” she said slowly, swilling the last dregs of the champagne as a wine aficionado would. “…but it smells different. Sharper. Where did Ron get this?!”
Harry glared at Blaise, who merely let out a pleasant smile and jabbed a thumb behind his shoulder.
“Draco made me do it,” he said, without sounding the slightest bit abashed.
“Traitor,” Draco hissed with irritation before looking a little frightened at the way Harry and Hermione rounded on him in fury, their wands letting out sparks.
“Er… look, I can explain…” he said, going a little pale and holding up his hands. However, it was just as Harry and Hermione had both raised their wands that Ron suddenly shrieked out,
“Touch my Draco and I’ll kill you both!”
And everyone realised it was going to be a long day.
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Episode: #10 - Drunk on Liquid Love
Rating: R - for now
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter aren't mine. I just like making them shag each other. A lot.
Summary: Being the resident 'it-boy' of the Wizarding World, Draco doesn't appreciate it when Ron Weasley stumbles into the scene and steals all his coverage. This means war.
Notes: An on-going Ron/Draco, that'll be updated every other day.
Link:
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Anything You Can Do (10/?)
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Harry Potter had witnessed a lot of disturbing things in his young life.
He had seen a man with a face on the back of his head, a phoenix gauge out the eyes of a basilisk, Dolores Umbridge wearing a fluffy pink cardigan… Hell, he had watched a grown man chop off his hand and literally stew it in a potion, of all things.
But watching his best friend feeling up Draco Malfoy and snogging the life out of the pasty little git? That trumped Peter Pettigrew’s bloody stump any day of the week.
“Blaise!” Malfoy was continuing to wail hysterically, clinging to the torn fabric of his robes before squeaking when Ron Weasley scrambled on top of him again and began undulating their hips together. “Dear Merlin, SAVE ME!”
Harry, frozen to the spot and briefly wondering if his eyes would ever be clean again, was only snapped into action when Zabini’s camera let off another brilliant flash and jolted him out of his horror. Jumping into the scuffle, Harry grabbed Ron’s shoulders to try and pull him away from the blond and why was that body glitter so damn slippery anyway?
“Ooof! Zabini!” Harry huffed breathlessly at Blaise, his glasses dangling off his left ear precariously as he latched onto Ron’s left arm like a limpet. “Are you going to help or are you just going to keep snapping pictures?!”
Blaise, who answered this question by snapping a picture of Harry, was saved from being leapt on in fury when the door of the bathroom opened and Hermione Granger walked in.
Looking down at the scene, she pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a weary sigh.
“Oh, Merlin, what now?”
“Ron’s been poisoned!” Harry cried out.
“Care to have a picture taken, Granger?” Blaise enquired.
“He’s trying to RAPE ME!” Draco screamed.
“Poisoned?” Hermione gasped, ignoring Draco’s frantic movements towards the door and his shriek as Ron grabbed his ankles and pulled him back inside. “Who would do such a thing?”
“I wonder!” Harry snorted heatedly as he landed on his bottom and, finally giving up, pulled out his wand and said, “Sorry, Ron. Incarcerous!”
Thin cords fired out of Harry’s wand and immediately wound themselves around the amorous redhead like a python. Harry, wincing when Ron fell to one side, soon found himself marveling at his persistence when he began to hop his bound self towards the dishevelled blond beside him.
Stepping over Malfoy as he scrambled his way into the furthest corner from Ron, Hermione picked up the discarded champagne flute by the sink and sniffed it.
“Amortentia…” she said slowly, swilling the last dregs of the champagne as a wine aficionado would. “…but it smells different. Sharper. Where did Ron get this?!”
Harry glared at Blaise, who merely let out a pleasant smile and jabbed a thumb behind his shoulder.
“Draco made me do it,” he said, without sounding the slightest bit abashed.
“Traitor,” Draco hissed with irritation before looking a little frightened at the way Harry and Hermione rounded on him in fury, their wands letting out sparks.
“Er… look, I can explain…” he said, going a little pale and holding up his hands. However, it was just as Harry and Hermione had both raised their wands that Ron suddenly shrieked out,
“Touch my Draco and I’ll kill you both!”
And everyone realised it was going to be a long day.
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