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Title; Kings and Queens
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 026. Sing
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 1,503
Summary; 'He was sick and tired of that bloody song. He had let one goal in during the last match against Slytherin in fifth year - because he was distracted by Malfoy mooning him, of course the blood prat had to go traditional - and since then every time he had let another goal in, no matter what team they were playing, the bloody Slytherins began to sing. '
Warnings; Bad poems, a little smut
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
Kings and Queens
by; Mack
He was sick and tired of that bloody song. He had let one goal in during the last match against Slytherin in fifth year - because he was distracted by Malfoy mooning him, of course the blood prat had to go traditional - and since then every time he had let another goal in, no matter what team they were playing, the bloody Slytherins began to sing. Of course to top it off he had let one goal in my accident when Darcy had come up behind him pretending to hold a Quaffle, but in reality Butera had the Quaffle. And so when he was distracted watching Darcy, Butera had let a goal in and Slytherin had won the match, and the Quidditch Cup - even with Harry catching the snitch.
And it had gotten steadily worse ever since.
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King.
Every time he walked into a class or a Great Hall someone would start humming the tune, usually that damn pointy ferret, and then the rest of the students would laugh. Even some of the Ravenclaws and braver Hufflepuffs would start.
The Gryffindors had tried once, but he had hexed them and they had never started again. He thought Harry had something to do with that one. Being the best friend of the Savior had a few perks that he didn’t mind taking advantage of from time to time.
He stopped outside of the Great Hall and stared at the doors with apprehension. He was a little scared of going in there, and angry that he had to be scared of going into the bloody Great Hall so he could eat bloody food.
“Let’s eat in the kitchens,” he said nonchalantly as he turned to look at Harry and Hermione.
“Come on Ronnie, It’s not that bad,” Harry said with a cajoling smile.
Ron scowled. “You just want to see Luna,” he accused.
“How’d you know?”
“You only call me Ronnie when you want something,” he said crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
Harry had the decency to look chagrined. “Sorry mate, just think though, you can be boyfriend hunting,” he said with a wink and nudged Ron in the side.
“No,” Ron said defiant. “I’m going to the kitchens.”
Ron was about to turn around to head to the kitchens when he heard an annoying voice he knew so well begin to sing. He closed his eyes with a sigh, why did an annoying personality be attached to something so pretty. It was cruel and unusual punishment.
“Weasley is our king,” Malfoy began with a smirk as he leant against the wall. Ron watched as the blonde crossed his arms over his chest looking every inch of aristocratic perfection.
And Ron hated him for it.
“Malfoy shut the fuck up,” Ron said through ground teeth.
Malfoy sneered. “Awww, doesn’t Ronnie boy want to be a Weasel king? You can rule the other rodents, such as the beaver next to you.”
Ron surprised himself. Instead of attacking Malfoy like he usually did he just glared at the boy and spoke calmly, as if he was talking about the weather. “Malfoy, I’ll be king, if you’ll be my ferret queen,” he said with a smirk. “I mean it makes sense doesn’t it? A ferret is a rodent, and you’re more effeminate than most girls I know, it makes sense you’d be queen,” he finished before turning and walking into the hall ignoring the sounds of outrage and the gasps of laughter as Hermione and Harry followed him in trying to walk while laughing.
He figured he had done something right when he walked into his next class after lunch and Malfoy had stayed quiet and ignored him pointedly.
The next morning however, did not go as well. He walked into the Great Hall and sat down before he heard the Slytherins begin to sing the song he hated so much. He slammed down his knife and fork and was about to stand up, when suddenly he felt Hermione’s hand on his arm holding him down.
He glared at her questioningly and she grinned before nodding to Harry. Harry smiled and raised his hand and nodded his head.
As one, the Gryffindor table began to sing.
“Ferret is our Queen
All dressed up in green
Let's change his routine
Let’s dress him as Kathleen
Oh what does it mean?
Isn't that obscene?
That’s a sight unseen
Weasley found his Queen
Eyes of aquamarine
Only seventeen
He needs his caffeine
And likes to preen
Oh what does it mean?
Isn't that obscene?
That’s a sight unseen
Weasley found his Queen.”
Ron looked shocked for a moment before breaking out in laughter collapsing against Hermione as he struggled to get some air into his starving lungs. People around them were laughing as well.
He managed to look at Malfoy to see him scowling his arms crossed over his chest. Even some of the Slytherins were smiling at the song.
“Who?” Ron managed to gasp out.
“Hermione thought of the idea, and I wrote the song,” Harry said proudly.
“He got bitten by the Museils Roostils, they inspire people by burrowing into their ears and affecting their brain waves, its incurable,” Luna said solemnly.
Ron just laughed even harder.
Later that night Ron was finishing up his rounds when he ran into Malfoy who was leaning against the wall with a scowl. Shoving his hands into his pockets he looked at Malfoy and grinned slowly as the memories of the song came to him.
“Weasel.”
“Ferret.”
The two of them were silent before Ron took a step bringing him until he was almost flush with Malfoy and smiled at him. “Like the song? Harry thought of it.”
“Never thought Potter would have an inspirational bone in his body,” Draco said sneering.
“He got bit by a Museils Roostil,” Ron said seriously. “Well, according to Luna at least.”
Malfoy looked unimpressed before his face with blank and the blonde took a step forward until they were pressed against each other. Ron could feel something hard poke into his leg, and he felt himself respond a little.
“So, Weasley, do you really want me as your queen?” Malfoy said looking up from blonde lashes coyly. Ron watched silent as the blonde raised a hand and trailed a finger over Ron’s chest.
Swallowing Ron leaned down slightly. “Maybe, did you need a king?” he asked before kissing Malfoy softly.
Malfoy latched onto him with a sudden fevered desperation that Ron was startled for a moment before wrapping an arm about the blonde and holding him close. Draco’s - and when did he become Draco - arms wrapping around his neck. Ron opened his eyes for a minute to see Draco standing on tip toes with shaking legs. With a slight growl he grabbed Draco’s arse and hauled him up pressing against the wall feeling slim legs wrap around his body.
Draco gasped and broke the kiss eyes wide as they pressed against each other. Ron latched onto his neck and Draco arched up eyes rolling into the back of their head as they began to rub together, faster, stronger, harder, more, until finally they came and sunk into that perfect oblivion.
They surfaced gasping staring at each other, mind processing trying to understand why this had happened, how this had happened, and when they wanted this to happen again.
“Weasley,” Draco asked a question evident in his voice.
“Ron,” he replied.
“Ron,” Draco breathed out with a slight smile but worry evident in his eyes.
“Don’t think, do,” Ron replied kissing Draco sweetly, arms braced, holding the thinner boy up with ease.
“Do,” Draco repeated with a smile.
--
Ron was contemplative the next morning, staring at his bowl of Wheet Bix as if it held the answer to the meaning of life. He heard a commotion and looked up, he saw Draco sitting there a large remnant of their late night escapades on his neck, glaring red at everyone who saw it.
He could hear Pansy seething. “Where’d you get the mark from?” she asked through gritted teeth.
Draco glanced up at her and then over at Ron, their eyes meeting for a nanosecond as time seemed to slow down and Ron imperceptibly nodded his head beyond caring of the school’s grapevine and the manipulative press. Draco blinked and the world began to move again before anyone had the chance to notice the exchange between the two boys in the silence of the hall.
“I found a king,” he said simply with a smile.
And as one everyone turned to look at Ron who smiled at Draco, who smiled at him in return.
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 026. Sing
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 1,503
Summary; 'He was sick and tired of that bloody song. He had let one goal in during the last match against Slytherin in fifth year - because he was distracted by Malfoy mooning him, of course the blood prat had to go traditional - and since then every time he had let another goal in, no matter what team they were playing, the bloody Slytherins began to sing. '
Warnings; Bad poems, a little smut
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
Kings and Queens
by; Mack
He was sick and tired of that bloody song. He had let one goal in during the last match against Slytherin in fifth year - because he was distracted by Malfoy mooning him, of course the blood prat had to go traditional - and since then every time he had let another goal in, no matter what team they were playing, the bloody Slytherins began to sing. Of course to top it off he had let one goal in my accident when Darcy had come up behind him pretending to hold a Quaffle, but in reality Butera had the Quaffle. And so when he was distracted watching Darcy, Butera had let a goal in and Slytherin had won the match, and the Quidditch Cup - even with Harry catching the snitch.
And it had gotten steadily worse ever since.
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King.
Every time he walked into a class or a Great Hall someone would start humming the tune, usually that damn pointy ferret, and then the rest of the students would laugh. Even some of the Ravenclaws and braver Hufflepuffs would start.
The Gryffindors had tried once, but he had hexed them and they had never started again. He thought Harry had something to do with that one. Being the best friend of the Savior had a few perks that he didn’t mind taking advantage of from time to time.
He stopped outside of the Great Hall and stared at the doors with apprehension. He was a little scared of going in there, and angry that he had to be scared of going into the bloody Great Hall so he could eat bloody food.
“Let’s eat in the kitchens,” he said nonchalantly as he turned to look at Harry and Hermione.
“Come on Ronnie, It’s not that bad,” Harry said with a cajoling smile.
Ron scowled. “You just want to see Luna,” he accused.
“How’d you know?”
“You only call me Ronnie when you want something,” he said crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
Harry had the decency to look chagrined. “Sorry mate, just think though, you can be boyfriend hunting,” he said with a wink and nudged Ron in the side.
“No,” Ron said defiant. “I’m going to the kitchens.”
Ron was about to turn around to head to the kitchens when he heard an annoying voice he knew so well begin to sing. He closed his eyes with a sigh, why did an annoying personality be attached to something so pretty. It was cruel and unusual punishment.
“Weasley is our king,” Malfoy began with a smirk as he leant against the wall. Ron watched as the blonde crossed his arms over his chest looking every inch of aristocratic perfection.
And Ron hated him for it.
“Malfoy shut the fuck up,” Ron said through ground teeth.
Malfoy sneered. “Awww, doesn’t Ronnie boy want to be a Weasel king? You can rule the other rodents, such as the beaver next to you.”
Ron surprised himself. Instead of attacking Malfoy like he usually did he just glared at the boy and spoke calmly, as if he was talking about the weather. “Malfoy, I’ll be king, if you’ll be my ferret queen,” he said with a smirk. “I mean it makes sense doesn’t it? A ferret is a rodent, and you’re more effeminate than most girls I know, it makes sense you’d be queen,” he finished before turning and walking into the hall ignoring the sounds of outrage and the gasps of laughter as Hermione and Harry followed him in trying to walk while laughing.
He figured he had done something right when he walked into his next class after lunch and Malfoy had stayed quiet and ignored him pointedly.
The next morning however, did not go as well. He walked into the Great Hall and sat down before he heard the Slytherins begin to sing the song he hated so much. He slammed down his knife and fork and was about to stand up, when suddenly he felt Hermione’s hand on his arm holding him down.
He glared at her questioningly and she grinned before nodding to Harry. Harry smiled and raised his hand and nodded his head.
As one, the Gryffindor table began to sing.
“Ferret is our Queen
All dressed up in green
Let's change his routine
Let’s dress him as Kathleen
Oh what does it mean?
Isn't that obscene?
That’s a sight unseen
Weasley found his Queen
Eyes of aquamarine
Only seventeen
He needs his caffeine
And likes to preen
Oh what does it mean?
Isn't that obscene?
That’s a sight unseen
Weasley found his Queen.”
Ron looked shocked for a moment before breaking out in laughter collapsing against Hermione as he struggled to get some air into his starving lungs. People around them were laughing as well.
He managed to look at Malfoy to see him scowling his arms crossed over his chest. Even some of the Slytherins were smiling at the song.
“Who?” Ron managed to gasp out.
“Hermione thought of the idea, and I wrote the song,” Harry said proudly.
“He got bitten by the Museils Roostils, they inspire people by burrowing into their ears and affecting their brain waves, its incurable,” Luna said solemnly.
Ron just laughed even harder.
Later that night Ron was finishing up his rounds when he ran into Malfoy who was leaning against the wall with a scowl. Shoving his hands into his pockets he looked at Malfoy and grinned slowly as the memories of the song came to him.
“Weasel.”
“Ferret.”
The two of them were silent before Ron took a step bringing him until he was almost flush with Malfoy and smiled at him. “Like the song? Harry thought of it.”
“Never thought Potter would have an inspirational bone in his body,” Draco said sneering.
“He got bit by a Museils Roostil,” Ron said seriously. “Well, according to Luna at least.”
Malfoy looked unimpressed before his face with blank and the blonde took a step forward until they were pressed against each other. Ron could feel something hard poke into his leg, and he felt himself respond a little.
“So, Weasley, do you really want me as your queen?” Malfoy said looking up from blonde lashes coyly. Ron watched silent as the blonde raised a hand and trailed a finger over Ron’s chest.
Swallowing Ron leaned down slightly. “Maybe, did you need a king?” he asked before kissing Malfoy softly.
Malfoy latched onto him with a sudden fevered desperation that Ron was startled for a moment before wrapping an arm about the blonde and holding him close. Draco’s - and when did he become Draco - arms wrapping around his neck. Ron opened his eyes for a minute to see Draco standing on tip toes with shaking legs. With a slight growl he grabbed Draco’s arse and hauled him up pressing against the wall feeling slim legs wrap around his body.
Draco gasped and broke the kiss eyes wide as they pressed against each other. Ron latched onto his neck and Draco arched up eyes rolling into the back of their head as they began to rub together, faster, stronger, harder, more, until finally they came and sunk into that perfect oblivion.
They surfaced gasping staring at each other, mind processing trying to understand why this had happened, how this had happened, and when they wanted this to happen again.
“Weasley,” Draco asked a question evident in his voice.
“Ron,” he replied.
“Ron,” Draco breathed out with a slight smile but worry evident in his eyes.
“Don’t think, do,” Ron replied kissing Draco sweetly, arms braced, holding the thinner boy up with ease.
“Do,” Draco repeated with a smile.
--
Ron was contemplative the next morning, staring at his bowl of Wheet Bix as if it held the answer to the meaning of life. He heard a commotion and looked up, he saw Draco sitting there a large remnant of their late night escapades on his neck, glaring red at everyone who saw it.
He could hear Pansy seething. “Where’d you get the mark from?” she asked through gritted teeth.
Draco glanced up at her and then over at Ron, their eyes meeting for a nanosecond as time seemed to slow down and Ron imperceptibly nodded his head beyond caring of the school’s grapevine and the manipulative press. Draco blinked and the world began to move again before anyone had the chance to notice the exchange between the two boys in the silence of the hall.
“I found a king,” he said simply with a smile.
And as one everyone turned to look at Ron who smiled at Draco, who smiled at him in return.