Relationship Follies: #3 Sloth (PG, Ron/Draco)
Title: Relationship Follies, #3: Sloth
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
7_deadly_sins_ Prompt: #4, Sloth ( table)
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG, overall: nc-17
Word Count: 615
Series Summary: Folly [fol"ly], noun. The state of being foolish; want of good sense; levity, weakness, or derangement of mind. Otherwise, the relationship of Ron and Draco.
Summary: Sloth [sloth], noun. Habitual disinclination to exertion; indolence; laziness.
Draco Malfoy could only stare around the room in absolute terror. It looked as though a tornado had rampaged through, causing the hamper to be overturned and dirty plates to be left on the dresser. Draco gulped, fighting down the urge to vomit, as he picked his way through the mess to see a snoring figure on the bed.
"Weasley!" Draco boomed, watching with joy as Ron jerked in shock. He rolled over, looking up at Draco with bleary eyes. His shirt looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in a week. His hair stood up in every direction, while a smudge of something, perhaps dirt or ink, was standing out on his nose.
If Draco didn't know any better, then he'd think that Ron had spent the entire weekend lying on Draco's bed like a slug.
"Hey," Ron mumbled, breaking into a happy, if not tired, smile. It should have made Draco feel sappy and love starved. But it didn't.
"Is that all you have to say?" Draco demanded with a growl. He waved his arm at the messy room, once again fighting the churning in his stomach at the utter disgust the sight created. "Look at what you did to my room! I give you permission to share my room, my Head Boy room to be exact, and I leave you alone for just two days and this is what it turns into?"
"I just haven't had the energy to clean, is all," Ron whined. Draco felt a muscle in his cheek twitch dangerously. "What with school work and worrying about you being at that...where were you again?"
There really weren't words to describe the total and complete uselessness that Ronald Weasley could achieve when he put his mind to it.
"I was speaking with the family lawyer over my father's will," Draco replied, voice completely monotone.
"Oh," Ron shifted on the bed, looking for a moment like he was going to sit up. He obviously decided it was too much effort and remained there, lying across Draco's bed like a present waiting to be unwrapped. "Do you need comfort?"
"On the contrary," Draco began to smirk, "I get everything."
"Oh, bloody hell, you'll be even worse to deal with now," Ron said a bit more cheerfully than he probably intended.
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but once again the utter stench that his room was creating made him scowl and fight down that morning's breakfast. "The house elves only clean in here once a week, Weasley. Therefore it is my job to keep it tidy between that. Since you have been spending just as much time in here as I have, then you should share in that responsibility."
"Does this mean I have to get up?" Ron whined.
"Yes," Draco replied stiffly.
"But...I don't want to get up," Ron informed him. Draco grit his teeth.
"For someone who has grown up without house elves to do your bidding, you are amazingly lazy Ronald Weasley!" Draco snapped. He spun on his heal and made his way to the door, tripping over a discarded pile of clothes in the process. Growling, he kicked them away and shot over his shoulder, "I want this place clean when I get back!"
That being said, Draco slammed the door behind him with a satisfying bang. He went to the library to catch up on schoolwork that he had missed in his absence. He planned on staying there until his room was cleaned, or until Ron came to apologize. Or, perhaps, until Madame Pince kicked him out. Still, he wasn't planning on allowing Ron the joy of him aiding in the restoration of his once beautiful room.
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
7_deadly_sins_ Prompt: #4, Sloth ( table)
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG, overall: nc-17
Word Count: 615
Series Summary: Folly [fol"ly], noun. The state of being foolish; want of good sense; levity, weakness, or derangement of mind. Otherwise, the relationship of Ron and Draco.
Summary: Sloth [sloth], noun. Habitual disinclination to exertion; indolence; laziness.
Draco Malfoy could only stare around the room in absolute terror. It looked as though a tornado had rampaged through, causing the hamper to be overturned and dirty plates to be left on the dresser. Draco gulped, fighting down the urge to vomit, as he picked his way through the mess to see a snoring figure on the bed.
"Weasley!" Draco boomed, watching with joy as Ron jerked in shock. He rolled over, looking up at Draco with bleary eyes. His shirt looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in a week. His hair stood up in every direction, while a smudge of something, perhaps dirt or ink, was standing out on his nose.
If Draco didn't know any better, then he'd think that Ron had spent the entire weekend lying on Draco's bed like a slug.
"Hey," Ron mumbled, breaking into a happy, if not tired, smile. It should have made Draco feel sappy and love starved. But it didn't.
"Is that all you have to say?" Draco demanded with a growl. He waved his arm at the messy room, once again fighting the churning in his stomach at the utter disgust the sight created. "Look at what you did to my room! I give you permission to share my room, my Head Boy room to be exact, and I leave you alone for just two days and this is what it turns into?"
"I just haven't had the energy to clean, is all," Ron whined. Draco felt a muscle in his cheek twitch dangerously. "What with school work and worrying about you being at that...where were you again?"
There really weren't words to describe the total and complete uselessness that Ronald Weasley could achieve when he put his mind to it.
"I was speaking with the family lawyer over my father's will," Draco replied, voice completely monotone.
"Oh," Ron shifted on the bed, looking for a moment like he was going to sit up. He obviously decided it was too much effort and remained there, lying across Draco's bed like a present waiting to be unwrapped. "Do you need comfort?"
"On the contrary," Draco began to smirk, "I get everything."
"Oh, bloody hell, you'll be even worse to deal with now," Ron said a bit more cheerfully than he probably intended.
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but once again the utter stench that his room was creating made him scowl and fight down that morning's breakfast. "The house elves only clean in here once a week, Weasley. Therefore it is my job to keep it tidy between that. Since you have been spending just as much time in here as I have, then you should share in that responsibility."
"Does this mean I have to get up?" Ron whined.
"Yes," Draco replied stiffly.
"But...I don't want to get up," Ron informed him. Draco grit his teeth.
"For someone who has grown up without house elves to do your bidding, you are amazingly lazy Ronald Weasley!" Draco snapped. He spun on his heal and made his way to the door, tripping over a discarded pile of clothes in the process. Growling, he kicked them away and shot over his shoulder, "I want this place clean when I get back!"
That being said, Draco slammed the door behind him with a satisfying bang. He went to the library to catch up on schoolwork that he had missed in his absence. He planned on staying there until his room was cleaned, or until Ron came to apologize. Or, perhaps, until Madame Pince kicked him out. Still, he wasn't planning on allowing Ron the joy of him aiding in the restoration of his once beautiful room.