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06 October 2009 @ 01:00 pm
DRA(W)BBLE DUEL #4  
Dra(w)bble Duel #4 is OPEN! :D



Prompt of the week: Fight! Fight! Fight!



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Remember, the score stands at 28 to 28, a tie!
 
 
soft twig boy: Random - ASDFASDFASDFASDFsexyscholar on October 6th, 2009 12:44 pm (UTC)
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Sorry, no submission - yet. This just happens to be, like, my favorite prompt. Ever.

soft twig boy: RonDraco - Team Draco!sexyscholar on October 6th, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
Submission
Title: A Hit is Hard to Resist
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Rating: R
Word Count: 500 (According to Google Documents)

"You know," Draco leaned over and whispered to Ron, "it's just as well that you're not out there running scared with Potty and Granger. They can't hide forever...the Snatchers will find them eventually.

"And when they do," he continued, smirking, "they might even ask you to identify what's left, and you can take comfort in the fact that you're still alive because you were too much of a chicken shit to stay with them."

The redhead didn't speak. His pupils dilated until his blue eyes were nearly black, and he snarled once before rearing back and ramming a blunt fist into Draco's cheek.

The blow knocked Draco out of his chair, and a bolt of pain seared through him when his body crashed against the floor. Ron jumped down on him and punched him in the side of his head.

Draco spat blood in Ron's face and struck back, hitting him repeatedly in the stomach until he rolled off of him and Draco shambled to his feet. He picked up an inkwell from his desk and smashed it against Ron's head, cutting a jagged line into the boy's temple. Blood spilled down the side of Ron's face, and Draco was distracted by the contrast the claret line made along his pale skin.

Ron took advantage of the pause. He surged forward, smashing into Draco's side and twisting him back to the floor. Straddling Draco's body and linking his hands around his neck, the redhead squeezed his throat, screaming something about hate and kill and dead.

Blotches formed before Draco's eyes and his entire head grew hot as the oxygen ebbed away from his brain. He wrestled against Ron, clawing viciously at the freckled hands that sought to finish him and loved the sensation of flesh splitting away underneath his fingers.

The redhead leaned forward, and Draco discovered something quite unsettling: Ron was hard -- hard and thumping dully in the bounds of his worn trousers. The boy's arousal sent Draco's mind reeling and stirred his own libido, carnal want prickling over his groin. Draco's fingers slowed against Ron's hands, terrified of the unexpected wave of want that crested over him.

McGonagall entered the classroom and screamed, shoving her way through the throng of students who had clustered to watch the fight. She hastily cast a Revulsion jinx, blasting the two of them apart. Draco slammed into the wall; Ron was tossed to the floor in a heap.

Draco growled at Ron, wiping blood and saliva from his mouth. He wanted to punch and kick and bite...he craved the solidity of Ron's flesh and bone against his body, and he rushed forward at the redhead.

The old crone was faster than she looked, however, and her wand was aimed squarely at his chest before he'd taken more than a few steps. Draco glared over the witch at Ron, who appeared to be equally angry that they'd been denied a second chance to try and kill one another.
WhatWldMrsweasleydowwmrsweasleydo on October 7th, 2009 04:32 pm (UTC)
Re: Submission VOTE!
Hotness!

This is why we love these boys!

This is why I love you! (Among other things)
Re: Submission VOTE! - sexyscholar on October 7th, 2009 04:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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WhatWldMrsweasleydo: tomwwmrsweasleydo on October 7th, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
submission
Title: Cho Chang in Charge
Team: Ron
Rating/Warnings:
Wordcount: 491
Prompt: Fight!Fight!Fight!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ron and Draco. (More's the pity. I would make them do similar things to this).

Drabble:

“You're sure?” Hermione asked.

Cho was sure.

“We'll raise a lot of money for House Elf Welfare,” she said.

Then Hermione was sure, too.

“Let's make sure I've got this straight,” Millicent said. She knew she didn't always understand things the first time. “We'll be a panel of judges.”

“Right,” Hannah answered encouragingly, “one girl from each house. It's very fair.”

“Each House chooses a boy?” Millicent went on. She was so glad she was keeping up. Usually Pansy got to do everything.

“No! No!” Cho had made do with Bulstrode because she didn't want Parkinson taking over, but the big girl's stupidity was getting annoying now.

Hermione butted in again. “We judges should choose.”

Cho wished she'd asked Padma's sister. She was in Gryffindor. “No! It's my idea! I pick the boys!”

“Fighting's not very nice,” Hannah complained. “Somebody might get hurt.”

“It's not fighting! It's Jelly Wrestling!” Cho said for what felt like the hundredth time. “And I want Justin Finch-Fletchly, Michael Corner, Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley!”

*****

Hermione handed over the very brief red and gold briefs which Cho had told her to give Ron.

“Where's the rest of the costume?” he asked.

“We talked her out of the collars. So this is it.”

“I'm not standing up in front of the whole school in just underpants!”

“It's ok. You'll be covered in jelly most of the time.”

“I don't think you're reassuring him!” Harry choked out between snorts of mirth.

“Who am I wrestling?” Ron asked.

Hermione didn't seem to have heard him.

*****

“You are not serious!” Draco hissed. “Not the Weasel!”

“It was all fair and random and that!” Millicent insisted, though she was taking Cho's word for that because she hadn't actually understood the Ravenclaw's strangely complicated explanation. “Look Draco. It's simple. Everybody sits here,” she waved at the tiered seating which had been conjured round the four sides of the Great Hall. “You and your oppo ... oppo ... Weasley climb into this,” she indicated the paddling pool full of green jelly, “and do wrestling!”

A more observant girl might have noticed the twitch developing at Draco's eye, and the sound of teeth grinding.

*****

The students whooped as four bare feet slid into the goo. Cho rubbed her hands. This was the match she had really been looking forward to.

“Go!” she yelled.

Ron looked at Draco; Draco looked at Ron.

Cho sighed. “Right. He says your mother's fat and he says the Dark Lord does flower arranging!”

Predictably, the two boys sprang at each other. Lime jelly spattered the audience as Ron slammed into his opponent, leaving him sprawling on his back. Draco scratched down his thigh and then toppled him by grabbing his waistband. Soon the two of them were rolling round together in a sticky, sweet blur.

“Who's winning?” Hermione asked her fellow judges.

Her eyes on the centre of the room, Cho replied, “Sweetheart, I think we are the winners here.”
soft twig boy: Watchmen - YAY BOYS!sexyscholar on October 7th, 2009 05:01 pm (UTC)
VOTE!
LOLOLOL

This is such great crack; I love it!

"Sweetheart, I think we are the winners here."

The first time I've ever agreed with Cho Chang. ;)
VOTE - mamalaz on October 9th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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hull1984: Fire&Ice2hull1984 on October 7th, 2009 10:13 pm (UTC)
Submission
Title: I Win
Team: Team Ron
Prompt: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Rating: PG
Word count: 100

Fight fight fight

The chant echoes around the hallway. The crowd gathers, taking up the call.

Fight fight fight.

They’re use to this. This is familiar.

Panting, punching, bruising. Blood splatters onto his fist. Pale skin is stained beneath him. White hair spread out on dark walnut.

Fight fight fight.

Purple mottled skin, nail scarred wrists.

And there, curled deep down in his belly. Warm anticipation.

Later. Away from the crowd. Pillowed in silk.

New, and infinitely more dear. Blissfully terrifying and too unknown.

Harder harder harder.

Pale skin, neck stained purple.

Whispers, gasped into quiet places.

Fight fight fight.


Edited at 2009-10-07 10:28 pm (UTC)
WhatWldMrsweasleydo: dracowwmrsweasleydo on October 7th, 2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Submission VOTE!
There are so many beautiful phrases in this. The contrast is lovely, too, and the parallels. Very physical.
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WhatWldMrsweasleydo: tannerwwmrsweasleydo on October 8th, 2009 01:04 pm (UTC)
submission
Title: A Letter from the Dark
Team: Ron
Rating/Warnings: Sad
Wordcount: 498
Prompt: Fight!Fight!Fight!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Wizarding World.

Drabble:

Dear Ron Weasley,

I don't expect you will ever read this. Perhaps when I am dead it will be discovered amongst my possessions and forwarded to you. If that should happen then, I beg you, do not think too poorly of me for having written this down.

You did not come to school this year. At the welcoming feast I scanned the Great Hall, looking for the three of you. I kept expecting you to walk into lessons. I found myself, shockingly, missing you.

I missed the fighting. We used to taunt each other, wind each other up to exploding point. I wanted to watch your face turn red and sweaty, see your knuckles whiten round your wand, have flashing eyes bore into mine. Tension builds and I have nobody to relieve it on, nobody who can react the way you do. I want the warmth of your hand on my throat to remind me I'm alive.

Father has been freed from Azkaban. When I watch the way our Master treats him, I think he was safer there. Our home has been taken over. I long to escape to school, but that is now controlled by Death Eaters also, and is little better.

Here I am a slave, and a prisoner as much as Lovegood is. At least she isn't forced to torture people. I should be better at this. It is what I was bred for, trained for: to serve the Dark Lord. I can't stand the blood or the screams. You always said I was a coward.

It should be easy to kill Muggles, especially bound and weak and terrified. However, in spite of the lessons I learnt from babyhood, I find that it is not. I empathise. I'm afraid this is because of your friend Hermione. As much as I hate her – and believe me, I hate her more every year – I cannot deny that she is a person, with feelings, abilities and consciousness.

She is far more likely to survive this war than I am, will probably live into an old age, together with you, in a cosy home, wasting mundane days on domesticity. This is why I hate her. Because that is what I want for myself.

After Crucio, when I lie aching and weak on a stone floor, my mind curls into itself and I picture a happy place. There is a fire, music, softness, warmth and you. As the pain retreats, I paint in details: kissing, laughter. You stroke my back. When I stop hurting, I can think of going further, of our bodies moving together, touching in every place, grinding, thrusting, teasing each other up to exploding point.

I expect to die here, in the place which was once my home, at the hands of the Lord I have been raised to adore. I hope you live. I hope you will be happy and that sometimes you may think of me, perhaps occasionally without hatred,

yours,

Draco Malfoy
soft twig boysexyscholar on October 8th, 2009 02:05 pm (UTC)
VOTE.
Jesus. You made me cry.

This is beautiful.

It's writing like this that makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing even trying. This is just so perfect.

Edited at 2009-10-08 02:06 pm (UTC)
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WhatWldMrsweasleydo: rupertwwmrsweasleydo on October 9th, 2009 10:47 am (UTC)
submission
Title: With Guest.
Team: Ron
Rating/Warnings: Swearing words.
Wordcount: 408
Prompt: Fight!Fight!Fight!
Disclaimer: I do not own Weasleys.

As Ron emerged from the Floo, Percy bustled over to him and accepted the ribbon-decorated gift for the baby.

“Did you bring a guest?” Percy checked. “You weren't sure.”

Ron stepped aside as the flames flared green, and examined Percy's face as Draco stepped onto the hearth. Percy looked stunned.

“You've met Draco?” Ron asked.

Draco stretched his alabaster arm and, automatically, Percy took his hand and shook it. He shot Ron a desperate, questioning look, mumbling, “Mr Malfoy. So pleased.”

“I hope it's the right size.” Draco indicated the gift.

“Lovely wrapping,” Percy choked out.

“Draco did it,” Ron said proudly.

Percy flapped vague hands around as he asked, stumblingly, “And you two, erm, how? You are? Um?”

Ron took a deep breath. “He's my partner.”

“Business?” asked Percy hopefully.

“Life,” Ron clarified.

Percy sighed and sat down heavily. Ron looked tense, so Draco gave him a reassuring peck on the cheek. Percy covered his eyes. Summoning up nervous determination, Ron took his boyfriend's arm and marched him into the sitting room. A hush fell around the crowded room like dominoes toppling.

George spoke first: “Why the fuck have we got a Death Eater here?”

“He's with me!” Ron replied defiantly.

Every man in the room squared his shoulders and so did most of the women.

“Why?” Hermione demanded stridently.

Ron swallowed. Draco wanted to reassure him, but he didn't want to antagonise anyone.

“Because we are a couple.” Ron had started off boldly, but his voice had failed him with a squeak towards the end.

A mumbling groan spread amongst the guests. As one body, they moved towards Ron and Draco. Draco reached into his sleeve for his wand, but Ron grabbed his wrist. If they ever wanted acceptance from his relatives, then hexing them wouldn't help. The lovers looked around nervously as the Weasleys moved in.

Suddenly there was a rapping sound. All heads turned to where Audrey stood in the kitchen doorway, baby held on her hip, a wooden spoon in the other hand, with which she was knocking on the wall.

“If any one of you spoils my daughter's naming day by fighting then I will never forgive you,” she warned. “Every one of our guests will be treated with respect. Is this clear?”

In a rumble of resigned muttering, the redheaded army fell back. Audrey walked through them to introduce baby Molly to the man she referred to as “Uncle Draco.”
SeraphimeRisingseraphimerising on October 10th, 2009 08:47 pm (UTC)
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Having been the voice of reason before you captured the scene beautifully, congratulations.
Re: Vote - wwmrsweasleydo on October 11th, 2009 04:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Alhendraalhendra on October 9th, 2009 05:07 pm (UTC)
Submission: Interlude
Title: Interlude
Team: Draco
Rating/Warnings: G
Wordcount: 498
Prompt: Fight!Fight!Fight!
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Draco ran through the castle on the heels of the Death Eaters, terrified. He didn’t want to be here – he was a boy of words, not a man of action. But his companions would not allow a single moment of weakness, so he persevered, only his large grey eyes showing the horror that reigned inside.

“Split up!” Bellatrix yelled, her voice strong, delighting in the carnage they were causing to the school they had invaded. Draco obeyed instinctively, following another Death Eater down a corridor, hoping to find an unguarded exit where he could make a quick escape.

But he wasn’t going to be let off so easy. “Stupefy,” roared an altogether too familiar voice as they turned the corner, and only his instinctive leap to the side saved him.

Ron wasn’t so lucky however, and the retaliating spell that the Death Eater – Nott, it was Nott, he recognized him now – sent his way slammed him back against the wall, stunning him. Nott laughed.

“A Weasley brat,” he chuckled, enjoying this as much as Bellatrix was. “Oh, I would love to be there when they show Arthur your body,” he purred, eyes gleaming as he lifted his wand. Draco watched in horror – no, this could not be happening. Instinctively, he reacted.

“Protego!” he screamed, and Nott’s curse rebounded, crashing into a wall instead of the red head.

“Draco! What…?” Nott yelled, whipping around in fury, but Draco was moving automatically. He fired off spells at the Death Eater, who grimly retaliated with deadlier curses. It was only luck which saved Draco, and he knew it was running out. Sooner or later Nott was going to hit him and then…

“Stupefy!” Ron yelled again, and Nott paid for forgetting about the red head – the curse hit him squarely in the chest and he flew backwards, hitting his head with a sickening crunch, landing in an awkward position. Draco stared down at him, shaking. He had to get away – no one would know Nott had died because of him.

Ron grabbed his arm in an iron grip as he turned to flee again. “Let me go!” Draco said, his voice unnaturally high.

“You saved my life.” Ron sounded confused, grateful, and wary at the same time. The blond paused for a second.

“I…” Words that had been held back for years flooded to his lips, and then faded away. Draco lifted a hand, and touched Ron’s cheek gently with his fingertips. The moment stretched on, as it etched itself indelibly into his memory, Ron’s rough breathing, his soft skin, the wonder in his eyes as he stared at the blond, uncomprehendingly.

And then an explosion tore through the castle and the spell was broken. Draco tore himself from the now slackened grip and fled, dread in his heart. It was too late to turn back now. He had chosen his path, and now he had to follow it.

Even if it led him down into the pits of despair.
Sir Pantsmamalaz on October 9th, 2009 07:47 pm (UTC)
VOTE
OMG I LOOOOVE THIS! Love the setting, the moment of cuteness.. oh those boys!
Re: Submission: Interlude - stuckinsea on October 10th, 2009 11:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
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bucybuce7590: strongbucybuce7590 on October 9th, 2009 05:34 pm (UTC)
submission
Team:Team Ron
Rating:
prompt: more the effects of a fight than an actual fight.
Dra(w)bble: The red mess clung to his dry, helpless hands. He always knew this night would come yet somehow he was still taken by surprise. He pulled the broken body towards him, cradled it in his arms. There was motion in his lips but words were not formed. He wanted to say it would all be alright but his throat was dry, so very clenched and dry.
The once proud Draco Malfoy sat in a pool of his lover’s blood, rocking a lifeless body and bawling. He cried until his tears mixed with the blood, forming a twisted, pink river.
“Draco.” The name sounded so foreign coming from his father’s lips. Those horrible, ice cold lips. “oh do get up, you’re making a fool of yourself.”
Suddenly Draco felt only hatred. He had spent his entire life being afraid of his father and what had happened? The only person in the world he had revealed his true self to, was gone.
Ron’s body slid to the ground as Draco stood.
“Father,” Draco muttered, his wand pointed straight at his father. His eyes were tinted red with anger. Instantly there was a flash of light, and he saw their whole life together flash before him, from that first moment they spat insults at each other to the blood now soaking his pale hands. Then the vision passed and he was standing in an unfamiliar field where Ron stood. Draco ran to him without a second thought.
“Please don’t leave me.” Draco whispered, clinging as tight as he could. He felt Ron putting pressure on his arms, willing him to step back.
“You know I can’t stay.” Ron replied. Draco could feel tears in his eyes once again.
“Then I’ll come too.”
“No.”
“I’ll let him kill me too. Then we can be together forever and no one will ever bother us again.”
“No.”
“We can be…”
“DRACO!” Ron’s strong voice made him stop rambling and start crying. “Don’t you dare. You fight for our life together.”
“I don’t want to live in a world without you. I’ve already wasted too many years hating you because I thought I was supposed to.” Draco pleaded.
“Stop being such a prat and listen for once in your life.” Ron smiled down at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Draco replied completely defeated. “I will never forget you Ronald Weasley.” He attempted to smile. Ron gave a warm smile back as he pulled him into their last kiss. Draco’s attempts to make him stay failed miserably as he felt Ron begin to disappear.
“Yes you will.” Ron whispered.
Draco woke in his huge, fluffy bed. As he rolled over he noticed a newspaper on the nightstand. His skinny hand reached for the paper, amazed at what was on the front page.
“RONALD WEASLEY, SON OF ARTHUR AND MOLLY WEASLEY KILLED IN COLD BLOOD LAST NIGHT.” He felt a small grin cross his lips.
“Bout time Weaslebe got what was coming to him.”
Alhendraalhendra on October 10th, 2009 02:09 pm (UTC)
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Loved the ending! <3
VOTE Re: Submission: Interlude - wwmrsweasleydo on October 11th, 2009 04:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Sir Pants: Ron/Dracomamalaz on October 9th, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)
Submission
Title: Stalemate
Team: Team Ron
Prompt: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Rating: R

Spitting blood on the floor, Ron cradled his jaw and stared down at the struggling man pinned between his legs.

Stars danced their mocking dance across his eyelids and he could taste the tang of iron against his tongue but Ron wasn't thinking about that.

Because Ron could hardly think at all when Draco Malfoy was on his back, seconds away from defeat.

Cocking his head to get a better look at the flushed blond writhing against him, the grin that overtook Ron's bleeding mouth looked slightly insane.

He had waited. He had waited so long for this moment.

Counter.

Gambit.

Offence.

Forward attack.

D4 to A4.

He had planned it all so it came to this; him sitting astride Draco Malfoy and coming out the victor.

It wasn’t luck. In warfare, a good line of attack is everything. And Ron had planned every detail to such a degree that they burned themselves into his mind.

"Concede, Malfoy."

A dangerous buck of hips from the blond almost dislodged Ron altogether but he held on and ground back just as fiercely, making both men groan at their traitorous bodies.

"N-never," Malfoy somehow managed to sneer out, his eyes bruised and swollen and his breathing so shallow that he was literally gasping for air.

"You know, I don't reckon you heard me the first few times." Ron said almost conversationally, leaning so close that Draco hungrily breathed in his warm breaths like a starving man. "I said..." Ron rolled his pelvis deliberately, his left hand yanking at pale blond hair hard, "... concede."

"And… I… said… no," Malfoy panted back with all his remaining strength.

Turning his head and latching his teeth around an earlobe, he tugged it hard enough to make the other man hiss in both pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, I hate you,” Ron groaned before pulling the blond from his ear to crush their lips together, their teeth knocking.

It wasn’t a kiss. Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy didn’t kiss.

It was, quite plainly, a declaration of war.

Their tongues duelled fiercely through teeth and spit and blood, muffling sounds of triumph and hate.

But not defeat.

Never defeat.

Retreat wasn’t an option, even with fatalities on the line.

Unfortunately for them both, they were casualties of their own fabricated little war and didn’t even realise it.

Edited at 2009-10-09 07:50 pm (UTC)
Blaise Horatio Zabinibishounenblaise on October 10th, 2009 12:35 am (UTC)
Re: Submission
Tas, can you include this link in your drawbble round up post:

http://fitzette.livejournal.com/250051.html

Include it as a bonus, recommendation link at the bottom, rather than a votable submission? I just think it's a really great drabble that people should read.
VOTE!!!!! - stuckinsea on October 10th, 2009 11:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Vote - hull1984 on October 11th, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Blaise Horatio Zabini: why'd he cross the road?bishounenblaise on October 10th, 2009 12:31 am (UTC)
Title: Intimidation?
Team: Team Ron
Rating: G
Dra(w)bble: I don't know about time zones and whatnot, did I make it on time? Well, if I didn't, you can just ignore this as a bonus non-votable submission, Tas!

Sir Pantsmamalaz on October 10th, 2009 11:32 am (UTC)
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LOVE YOU! OH THOSE BOYS!

I need to categorise the drawbles from the drabbles, maybe in a big dra(w)bble masterlist when they're all done. Eeek, only two dra(w)bble duels left!
VOTE - stuckinsea on October 10th, 2009 11:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
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marionetteblue3: Makintoshmarionetteblue3 on October 10th, 2009 05:05 am (UTC)
Ohmyshit. I'mlateI'mlateI'mlateI'mlate. Damn.

Title: The last act of nature
Team: Team ron
Rating: R [Slightly suggestive]
Word count: 480
Prompt: Fight! Fight! Fight!

Draco was very much a verbal person and Ron was... well. The opposite. In McGonagal's office, they were both teetering on the edge of detention. They both knew this very well. They both knew what really happened. But Draco simply knew how offer a good explanation to unwilling ears.

"And then he twisted my arms behind my back, as if he was trying to wrench it off. Calling me names the whole way, it was dreadful."

McGonagal looked wryly through her spectacles, frowning. She turned to Ron. "Did he provoke you?"

"Yes! He did! Harry wasn't feeling too well and he was looking like a smarmy git, you know. His... He was sneering!"

Ron got the detention. How he failed to mention that Draco had almost tripped him over, or how he was laughing through the whole bloody thing, he had absolutely no idea.

~*~

Next time he ever fell into the mistake of having any contact with the ferret at all, he was possibly having the life of his dreams. He had the smartest girlfriend, a great job as an Auror, and was leading an... exciting life. There was no Voldemort around, and the number of dark wizards around dropped so drastically it was almost non-existent.

Then - he came into contact with the darkest wizard of all.

Draco Malfoy, voted into the seat of Minister of Magic last Saturday.

"So, Weasel, how does it feel? Though I'm not surprised, I've always outranked you after all."

Malfoy had always needed the last word. Ron continued to sip at his martini, glancing around now empty auditorium. Looks like Malfoy had waited up for him.

"Well at least your still battling wizards already in azkaban. Was that true - what I heard? That the auror department might consider cutting some jobs?"

Malfoy wanted something. Ron stood up, and advanced on the newly named Minister of magic. He gripped Malfoy elegantly clad arms and twisted him around, shoving the slender body onto the wall. Malfoy scowled, but they both knew very well that he wasn't actually hurt. Once again, they both knew Malfoy could run if he wanted to. In fact, if the tell-tale bulge in his trousers' was anything to go by, he was excited. Sick fuck.

Ron grinned. He slipped his hands under the fold's of his clock and ran a provocative trail down Malfoy's thigh, loving the hitch in the pale man's breath. His hands slowly slipped everywhere, forcing deliciously reluctant thrusts out of his body. Neither of them uttered a word.

Soon, Malfoy was a writhering mess beneath him. With a satisfied smirk, Ron stepped back, and left the room without even so much as a backwards glance.

Malfoy may have his precious linguistic kinks and aristocratic veneer, but Ron knew just what a fragile, scared little ferret he was inside. Ron would always have the last act.
Sir Pants: Darcy/Lizzie Wins at Lifemamalaz on October 10th, 2009 11:30 am (UTC)
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Oh my god, this may be my fave drabble ever. I love how you explored their characters, their weaknesses and strengths. Who's a horny Minister then? :P Wonderful!

Btw - I included your submission in the vote, it was too good not to :)
Vote! - alhendra on October 10th, 2009 12:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Vote - hull1984 on October 11th, 2009 07:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)