Singed But Grinning
Title: Singed But Grinning
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Ron/Draco
Rating PG-13
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Yet another late challenge, this one for rondracodrabble.
Ron bent to tie his shoelaces, then stood. Draco was still reclining in bed. Used to Draco’s tactics, Ron carefully avoided his sultry gaze; he could only take the afternoon off so many times.
“Ron...” Draco’s voice wasn’t seductive or playful, but carefully blank. That made Ron look up into serious grey eyes, and sigh.
“I’ll confess tonight that I’m seeing you.”
“Is that how you think of it? Confessing? I’m a sin, a vice to be purged?” Draco’s voice always trembled when he was hurt.
“I didn’t... I’m sorry.” Ron leant to kiss Draco, but he turned his face away.
~*~
Ron’s shoulders sagged a little, and he left. Draco remained naked amongst the silk sheets; usually a sensual delight, now simply reminding him that Ron wasn’t sharing them.
Ron was an excellent shag, and over long weekends when Ron pretended he was on assignments, they played chess naked (later finding pawns in the bedsheets) and ate foreign foods their mothers disapproved of.
But the thought that soured Draco’s heart kept intruding: Ron would never leave his warm, cosy, conservative family.
Twenty minutes later, Ron shot back through the Floo. “So,” he panted, singed but grinning. “Can I stay here tonight?”
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Ron/Draco
Rating PG-13
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Yet another late challenge, this one for rondracodrabble.
Ron bent to tie his shoelaces, then stood. Draco was still reclining in bed. Used to Draco’s tactics, Ron carefully avoided his sultry gaze; he could only take the afternoon off so many times.
“Ron...” Draco’s voice wasn’t seductive or playful, but carefully blank. That made Ron look up into serious grey eyes, and sigh.
“I’ll confess tonight that I’m seeing you.”
“Is that how you think of it? Confessing? I’m a sin, a vice to be purged?” Draco’s voice always trembled when he was hurt.
“I didn’t... I’m sorry.” Ron leant to kiss Draco, but he turned his face away.
~*~
Ron’s shoulders sagged a little, and he left. Draco remained naked amongst the silk sheets; usually a sensual delight, now simply reminding him that Ron wasn’t sharing them.
Ron was an excellent shag, and over long weekends when Ron pretended he was on assignments, they played chess naked (later finding pawns in the bedsheets) and ate foreign foods their mothers disapproved of.
But the thought that soured Draco’s heart kept intruding: Ron would never leave his warm, cosy, conservative family.
Twenty minutes later, Ron shot back through the Floo. “So,” he panted, singed but grinning. “Can I stay here tonight?”