I'd Hate To Have To Punish You
Title: I’d Hate To Have To Punish You
Word count: 400
Characters/pairings: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at rondracodrabble, scars.
Draco knew he had to concentrate. This interview could decide whether he got a cushy Ministry job or ended up scooping ice-cream between ducking hexes from irate civilians. And this particular probation officer had no reason to like him. Draco should be charming him, saving his future.
But Ron Weasley’s bloody forearms were getting in the way.
When Draco had first entered the office, he’d sniffed disdainfully at the sight of Weasley whisking off his robes to reveal Muggle clothes beneath. Weasley gave him a sharp look, but let it go. He grabbed Draco’s file, and pushed up his sleeves.
~*~
Draco had a distinct weakness for muscled forearms as it was; to see them revealed by sleeves pushed scruffily up to the elbows would have set his heart beating faster under all circumstances. But these forearms were roped with thick scars, the marks of battle. Tendons flexed as Weasley flipped through the file, and Draco gulped.
“Malfoy.” Weasley’s voice was iron; Draco thought he had probably said it already, while Draco was mesmerised. He glanced up into very blue eyes. Would it be wrong to seduce one’s probation officer?
“Yes, Weasley?”
“You’re aware of the terms of your probation?”
“Er...”
~*~
“All right then -monitoring of your current wand and no buying a new one; being on the Enemies of the State register, so we know where you live; no jobs involving security; no leaving the country. Plus, you can’t go within a mile of schools, because of the Hogwarts attack.”
Draco’s face felt hot. “I see,” he said miserably. His eyes landed on Ron’s arms again. This time he only thought of the other scars on Weasley skin. What he’d done to Bill Weasley.
“Let’s talk about your options.”
They were woefully limited, but Draco knew Weasley would dislike complaints.
~*~
Weasley’s eyes were once again fixed on the parchment in front of him. Disgruntled, Draco wondered how to make the pretty blue eyes meet his again. It was nicer than thinking about his future, or his past.
“It looks like you’ve been a good boy so far...”
He swallowed.
“Good!” Weasley grinned. “I’d hate to have to punish you.”
Draco almost swallowed his tongue.
“Don’t look like that,” Weasley said, obviously misinterpreting his expression. “I just think it’d be good if we could all move on.”
Dazed, Draco blinked into blue eyes as bright and open as the sky. “Absolutely.”
TBC
Word count: 400
Characters/pairings: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at rondracodrabble, scars.
Draco knew he had to concentrate. This interview could decide whether he got a cushy Ministry job or ended up scooping ice-cream between ducking hexes from irate civilians. And this particular probation officer had no reason to like him. Draco should be charming him, saving his future.
But Ron Weasley’s bloody forearms were getting in the way.
When Draco had first entered the office, he’d sniffed disdainfully at the sight of Weasley whisking off his robes to reveal Muggle clothes beneath. Weasley gave him a sharp look, but let it go. He grabbed Draco’s file, and pushed up his sleeves.
~*~
Draco had a distinct weakness for muscled forearms as it was; to see them revealed by sleeves pushed scruffily up to the elbows would have set his heart beating faster under all circumstances. But these forearms were roped with thick scars, the marks of battle. Tendons flexed as Weasley flipped through the file, and Draco gulped.
“Malfoy.” Weasley’s voice was iron; Draco thought he had probably said it already, while Draco was mesmerised. He glanced up into very blue eyes. Would it be wrong to seduce one’s probation officer?
“Yes, Weasley?”
“You’re aware of the terms of your probation?”
“Er...”
~*~
“All right then -monitoring of your current wand and no buying a new one; being on the Enemies of the State register, so we know where you live; no jobs involving security; no leaving the country. Plus, you can’t go within a mile of schools, because of the Hogwarts attack.”
Draco’s face felt hot. “I see,” he said miserably. His eyes landed on Ron’s arms again. This time he only thought of the other scars on Weasley skin. What he’d done to Bill Weasley.
“Let’s talk about your options.”
They were woefully limited, but Draco knew Weasley would dislike complaints.
~*~
Weasley’s eyes were once again fixed on the parchment in front of him. Disgruntled, Draco wondered how to make the pretty blue eyes meet his again. It was nicer than thinking about his future, or his past.
“It looks like you’ve been a good boy so far...”
He swallowed.
“Good!” Weasley grinned. “I’d hate to have to punish you.”
Draco almost swallowed his tongue.
“Don’t look like that,” Weasley said, obviously misinterpreting his expression. “I just think it’d be good if we could all move on.”
Dazed, Draco blinked into blue eyes as bright and open as the sky. “Absolutely.”
TBC