Fandom/Pairing: HP, R/D
Summary: A fight between Ron and Draco takes...a somewhat different turn.
Word Count: 611
Disclaimer: If I owned them, most of the guys at Hogwarts would be gay.
A/N: Well, this be my second try. More Draco and Ron in this; less Hermione. It feels a bit unfinished, but I think that can be fixed by adding a few lines to the ending...all I need to do is find the right ones. :D
"Do you really think you can take me, Weasley?"
Draco spat the words out mockingly, giving the fuming redhead his best sneer. Weasley was red faced and furious, his hands clenched into tight fists as he glared back at the Slytherin.
Said Slytherin chuckled, and moved closer into the other's space. "Well? Are you gonna answer my question, or are you...scared?"
With each word, Draco stepped just a bit closer and lowered his voice just a bit more, until the last word was little more than a puff of air against the other boy's lips.
Weasley's jaw clenched, but other than that he made no move to answer him, and amused, Draco let his tongue out of his mouth to slide over the other boy's lips. Weasley made a choked sound in the back of his throat, and smirking, Draco started to pull away...only to find two arms locked like steel bands around him.
"It's you who should be scared, Malfoy," Weasley hissed into his face, and the fury in the brown eyes that glared down at him sent a small shiver of desire through Draco. He opened his mouth to reply, but never got a chance, as Weasley took that rather opportune moment to stick his tongue down Draco's throat.
Not that Draco minded. With a soft cry, he arched into the body holding him captive, and buried his hands in flaming hair. Weasley gave a small sound of approval, and his hands fell from their tight hold on the Draco only to start mapping out the blonde's body, and Draco was quite sure that soon their would be skin and he couldn't be happier with that scenario--
When his train of thought-and the heated kiss-was interrupted by a soft rustle to their left. Both boys pulled back, panting and staring at each other in disbelief, before another rustle caught their attention.
They both looked to where the sound had come from; there seemed to be nothing there. Weasley shrugged, then walked brisquely away from Draco, calling over his shoulder, "Don't for one second think that this is over, Malfoy. We'll finish it...later," as he did so. Draco gaped at Weasley's back until the red head turned a corner and was out of his sight, then abruptly shook himself and stalked in the opposite direction, vowing that next time, he would get the upper hand...and keep it.
As soon as he turned the corner, Ron stopped. Leaning against the wall, he waited a few moments, and soon a bushy head appeared in front of him. He ignored the glare that he was receiving and said mildly, "You do realize that if a first year walks by and sees that, it might just scare him to death?", and his companion huffed irritably before fully removing the invisibility cloak and resuming her glaring, this time with her hands on her hips for good measure.
Ron merely raised both of his eyebrows, saying nothing, and she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "Fine. Make out with the little ferret if you must. Do...things...with him. But if Harry ever suspects anything, don't expect me to cover for you, got it?" Ron grinned and slung his arm about her shoulders, knowing full well that she would indeed cover him if it came to that. "Thanks, 'Mione. You're the best."
Hermione huffed again, but she was smiling. "Oh, and another thing. Next time you and Malfoy decide to 'fight', please warn me before I go sneaking off in Harry's cloak to protect you. I really, really don't want to see anything like what I just saw again."
Ron grinned. "It's a deal."