Oh Boy!
Happy Snarry Thursday everybody!
Snupin Wednesday totally snuck up on this week, and as a result I totally forgot about Snarry Thursday (for shame!). Anyway. Onto the important stuff:
And... my first time writing Draco/Ron. Weirdness.
They’re walking an appropriate distance apart, and the hallways are so crowded that no one notices them talking.
“Trouble in paradise?” Draco says sarcastically as he falls into step behind his boyfriend.
“Actually, yes,” Ron sighs. “He got in and- it was all fanciful dreaming, I know that, but he put his name in the cup and he didn’t even tell me.”
A sharp retort is on the tip of his tongue, but even walking ten paces behind, Draco can see that Ron’s posture is painfully broken, and he knows that this isn’t the time.
“The tasks aren’t games, you know,” he says instead. They turn the corner to an empty corridor and Ron stops. His eyes are hollow.
“I know. The first challenge has dragons.”
“Hm,” is all Draco can think to say.
They stand there and stare at each other. Moments that they spend together don’t usually involve much talking.
“I’ve got to go,” Ron says after a moment, and starts to sulk off.
“Ron,” Draco blurts out, color rising on his cheeks. “I- I’m glad that you’re not- that you didn’t get chosen, or anything.”
Ron furrows his brow for a moment, and then color rises on his cheeks, too. “Yeah. I guess I’m glad too.”
Draco clears his throat. “And- uh, maybe if you want to sneak out later, I can think of some tasks for you to preform.” He shoots Ron a suggestive brow wiggle.
Ron’s face turns a color to match his hair. “That sounds like the kind of game I want to play.”
Snupin Wednesday totally snuck up on this week, and as a result I totally forgot about Snarry Thursday (for shame!). Anyway. Onto the important stuff:
And... my first time writing Draco/Ron. Weirdness.
They’re walking an appropriate distance apart, and the hallways are so crowded that no one notices them talking.
“Trouble in paradise?” Draco says sarcastically as he falls into step behind his boyfriend.
“Actually, yes,” Ron sighs. “He got in and- it was all fanciful dreaming, I know that, but he put his name in the cup and he didn’t even tell me.”
A sharp retort is on the tip of his tongue, but even walking ten paces behind, Draco can see that Ron’s posture is painfully broken, and he knows that this isn’t the time.
“The tasks aren’t games, you know,” he says instead. They turn the corner to an empty corridor and Ron stops. His eyes are hollow.
“I know. The first challenge has dragons.”
“Hm,” is all Draco can think to say.
They stand there and stare at each other. Moments that they spend together don’t usually involve much talking.
“I’ve got to go,” Ron says after a moment, and starts to sulk off.
“Ron,” Draco blurts out, color rising on his cheeks. “I- I’m glad that you’re not- that you didn’t get chosen, or anything.”
Ron furrows his brow for a moment, and then color rises on his cheeks, too. “Yeah. I guess I’m glad too.”
Draco clears his throat. “And- uh, maybe if you want to sneak out later, I can think of some tasks for you to preform.” He shoots Ron a suggestive brow wiggle.
Ron’s face turns a color to match his hair. “That sounds like the kind of game I want to play.”