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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!
 
 
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 :)
Alhendraalhendra on October 10th, 2009 12:01 pm (UTC)
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Lovely!
hull1984: Fire&Ice2hull1984 on October 11th, 2009 07:35 pm (UTC)
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A manipulative Ron...I like ;)