Queer and Smug
Title: Queer and Smug
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG for language.
Summary: UST and coward-y-ness. :D Written for no reason..
He leans - so fucking smug - against the wall, head cocked in an infuriatingly conceited angle. His blonde hair is a soft shade of pale-yellow, the same color as straw when left out in the sun for a few hours, and falls fetchingly across gray-sky eyes. He’s smirking as he always is; Draco fucking Malfoy, heir of the Malfoy fortune and arrogant lapdog of the present Minister of Magic.
Ron wants to hit him like he would have had they been in school, but the wall Draco leans against also happens to be in a busy break room deep in the Ministry’s Defense department - from the corner of his eyes he can see Padma Patil at her desk, peering at them cautiously as though waiting for the spells to fly.
“Hello, Weasel,” purrs Draco, thin lips teasing into a smirk at Ron; his arms are folded over his chest, black Ministry robes billowing around his lithe figure like a quilt ’round a standing lamp. “Fancy seeing you here. They catch your disgusting brothers charming Muggle toilets? Here to bail them out, are you?”
“Sorry, that prank was already pulled by YOUR lot in the war,” Ron snaps, seeing red - Draco has to know he works there, Ron’s been there for ages. He’s wearing the new Aurors’ signature-blue robes for fuck’s sake.
Draco’s smirk slips a little. He licks his lips. “I wasn’t on their side.”
“Piss off, Malfoy,” Ron growls and he makes a move to stalk passed the Slytherin - but Draco reaches out and catches his upper arm, gray eyes narrowed rebelliously at him as he tries to pull away. “Let go a’me, Queer,” Ron says with a growl, the statement hitting its mark perfectly - Draco scowls and gives his arm a furious squeeze.
“Oh, honestly,” Padma speaks up from her desk, tossing down her quill, “Can’t either one of you act like adults?”
“Come off it, Weasel!” Draco hisses out, ignoring Padma entirely. He tips his chin up, sneering, “Admit it, Weasley. You’re as queer as I am.”
Ron turns a furious shade of red, the tips of his ears burning. “I’m not bent! Fuck off, Malfoy, I-”
“-‘want to watch’?” Draco suggests coyly, releasing his arm. He takes a step back, heavy robes trembling around his thin form at the movement - as if he could disappear entirely within them. “I’m no more a Death Eater than you, Weasel. Maybe I should write it on your forehead so you’ll remember - you’re bound to forget, with that horrid Weasely memory of yours. You probably can’t even remember your own last name.”
And it’s Ron’s turn to grab at Draco; he clutches a handful of robes in his fist and easily hoists Draco from the floor, also choosing to ignore Padma’s indignant reprimands behind them. “Malfoy to the core, aren’t you? It’ll land you the same place it did your Daddy, Malfoy.”
Draco licks his lips again. “Going to kill me too, Weasel?”
“RONALD!” shrieks Padma.
Ron snorts. “You wish, Malfoy. And I didn’t kill your dad - V… Voldemort did.” And he releases Draco, the young man landing heavily on the heels of his sneakers; Draco sneers.
“Saying His name now, Weasley?”
“Still too much of a coward to, Malfoy?” Ron counters.
“YOU’RE WRONG!” Draco screams suddenly - Padma nearly topples over where she stands, looking at him with wide and surprised eyes. Ron just frowns.
“Am I, Malfoy?” Ron questions almost sadly.
Draco’s eyes burn with gray fire as he snarls, “I’m no coward, Weasel. I’ve never run away from my duties… unlike you.”
But Ron shakes his head; it was different, his running from the final battle. Harry had told him to - Harry had wanted him to live, wanted one of the Golden Trio to survive the war - it wasn’t Ron’s choice. “Yeah, alright, Malfoy. S’why Snape offed Dumbledore and Hermione’s the one who brought you to headquarters half-dead. You never ran, my bloody mistake.”
Draco splutters; Ron just smirks ruefully and grabs another bunch of robes, wrenching the blonde forward and kissing him chastely to shut his furious threats off. He shoves Malfoy away and leaves the office.
Draco was so fucking smug, thinking he could toy with the unresolved sexual tension of the past - but for all his smirks and cockiness, he’d always be a coward in Ron’s eyes.
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A/N: Ron grew up a little. *Shrug*
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG for language.
Summary: UST and coward-y-ness. :D Written for no reason..
He leans - so fucking smug - against the wall, head cocked in an infuriatingly conceited angle. His blonde hair is a soft shade of pale-yellow, the same color as straw when left out in the sun for a few hours, and falls fetchingly across gray-sky eyes. He’s smirking as he always is; Draco fucking Malfoy, heir of the Malfoy fortune and arrogant lapdog of the present Minister of Magic.
Ron wants to hit him like he would have had they been in school, but the wall Draco leans against also happens to be in a busy break room deep in the Ministry’s Defense department - from the corner of his eyes he can see Padma Patil at her desk, peering at them cautiously as though waiting for the spells to fly.
“Hello, Weasel,” purrs Draco, thin lips teasing into a smirk at Ron; his arms are folded over his chest, black Ministry robes billowing around his lithe figure like a quilt ’round a standing lamp. “Fancy seeing you here. They catch your disgusting brothers charming Muggle toilets? Here to bail them out, are you?”
“Sorry, that prank was already pulled by YOUR lot in the war,” Ron snaps, seeing red - Draco has to know he works there, Ron’s been there for ages. He’s wearing the new Aurors’ signature-blue robes for fuck’s sake.
Draco’s smirk slips a little. He licks his lips. “I wasn’t on their side.”
“Piss off, Malfoy,” Ron growls and he makes a move to stalk passed the Slytherin - but Draco reaches out and catches his upper arm, gray eyes narrowed rebelliously at him as he tries to pull away. “Let go a’me, Queer,” Ron says with a growl, the statement hitting its mark perfectly - Draco scowls and gives his arm a furious squeeze.
“Oh, honestly,” Padma speaks up from her desk, tossing down her quill, “Can’t either one of you act like adults?”
“Come off it, Weasel!” Draco hisses out, ignoring Padma entirely. He tips his chin up, sneering, “Admit it, Weasley. You’re as queer as I am.”
Ron turns a furious shade of red, the tips of his ears burning. “I’m not bent! Fuck off, Malfoy, I-”
“-‘want to watch’?” Draco suggests coyly, releasing his arm. He takes a step back, heavy robes trembling around his thin form at the movement - as if he could disappear entirely within them. “I’m no more a Death Eater than you, Weasel. Maybe I should write it on your forehead so you’ll remember - you’re bound to forget, with that horrid Weasely memory of yours. You probably can’t even remember your own last name.”
And it’s Ron’s turn to grab at Draco; he clutches a handful of robes in his fist and easily hoists Draco from the floor, also choosing to ignore Padma’s indignant reprimands behind them. “Malfoy to the core, aren’t you? It’ll land you the same place it did your Daddy, Malfoy.”
Draco licks his lips again. “Going to kill me too, Weasel?”
“RONALD!” shrieks Padma.
Ron snorts. “You wish, Malfoy. And I didn’t kill your dad - V… Voldemort did.” And he releases Draco, the young man landing heavily on the heels of his sneakers; Draco sneers.
“Saying His name now, Weasley?”
“Still too much of a coward to, Malfoy?” Ron counters.
“YOU’RE WRONG!” Draco screams suddenly - Padma nearly topples over where she stands, looking at him with wide and surprised eyes. Ron just frowns.
“Am I, Malfoy?” Ron questions almost sadly.
Draco’s eyes burn with gray fire as he snarls, “I’m no coward, Weasel. I’ve never run away from my duties… unlike you.”
But Ron shakes his head; it was different, his running from the final battle. Harry had told him to - Harry had wanted him to live, wanted one of the Golden Trio to survive the war - it wasn’t Ron’s choice. “Yeah, alright, Malfoy. S’why Snape offed Dumbledore and Hermione’s the one who brought you to headquarters half-dead. You never ran, my bloody mistake.”
Draco splutters; Ron just smirks ruefully and grabs another bunch of robes, wrenching the blonde forward and kissing him chastely to shut his furious threats off. He shoves Malfoy away and leaves the office.
Draco was so fucking smug, thinking he could toy with the unresolved sexual tension of the past - but for all his smirks and cockiness, he’d always be a coward in Ron’s eyes.
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A/N: Ron grew up a little. *Shrug*