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sexyscholar) wrote2009-09-24 12:31 pm
sexyscholar) wrote2009-09-24 12:31 pm
another one?
Another submission for Round 2 of the Dra(w)bble Duel. Less than fifteen minutes, this took. With any luck, my actual entry will come this easily. :p
Title: Next Fall
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: Have A Nice Trip, See You Next Fall!
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 497 (According to Google Documents)
Disclaimer: I own neither Ron nor Draco. If I did, there'd be a LOT more smex in the books.
"Weaselbee!" Draco called out over the roar of the Express' heated engines. "I want to talk to you, surely you can afford a minute for your superior. On second thought, maybe you can't." Draco ran a hand over his slicked hair and grinned at the redhead's back.
Ron stilled a few feet ahead of the Slytherin, his empty hands balling into fists.
"Ron..." Draco heard the Mudblood say. She tugged at the sleeve of Ron's robe, and it only made him despise her more. "Let it go. The year's over."
Potter nodded. "Hermione's right, mate. You won't have to look his pointy face for months! Don't listen to him."
"That's right, Weasley," Draco drawled as he walked alongside of the trio. He stepped in front of Ron, making sure his shiny black shoe was pressed on the other boy's greying one. "And I won't see your freakishly spotted one, either. Any plans for the summer, other than playing second fiddle to the bucktoothed brainiac," he jutted a thumb at Granger, "and the boy-who-thinks-he's-the-saviour-of-the-wizarding-world?"
Ron's blue eyes darkened. "Actually, I do, Ferret. I'm planning to spend my summer punching slimy, blond Slytherins in the face. Want to go first?"
"That would require you catching me," Draco sneered. He reached forward and pulled the strap of Ron's satchel off of his shoulder. It hit the ground with a dull thump.
The redhead lost it. "You son of a bitch!" He lunged for Draco, but the other boy ducked out of his grasp.
"There's no need to insult my mother," he said with a smirk. "I haven't said one word about your fat pig mother today."
Ron shook free of Potter and Granger's hold and came at Draco. Fortunately, the blond was faster and managed to sprint ahead. He ran several feet before ducking into a stone alcove. He pressed his back to the wall, his breaths coming short and hard.
Seconds later, Draco heard the quick footfalls of the other boy as they grew nearer to his hiding spot. Ron ducked his head in and grinned nastily when he found him.
"You can't wait to get your hands on me, can you, Weasel?"
The other boy's mouth twitched. "I hate you, Malfoy. More than I've ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate you."
"And I hate you right back. That's what makes this all so much fun," Draco replied, swiftly closing the gap between them and kissing Ron hard on the mouth. "Admit it," he purred as he pulled away, a thin tether of saliva hung between their lips. "As much as you hate it, you love it even more."
"Shut up," Ron bit out before pressing his large hands to Draco's face and kissing him back. His tongue darted between the blond's lips quickly, and then they parted. "Next fall?" he asked, breathless.
Draco pressed the palm of his hand to Ron's crotch and smiled at the hardness he felt underneath. "Next fall."
Title: Next Fall
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: Have A Nice Trip, See You Next Fall!
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 497 (According to Google Documents)
Disclaimer: I own neither Ron nor Draco. If I did, there'd be a LOT more smex in the books.
"Weaselbee!" Draco called out over the roar of the Express' heated engines. "I want to talk to you, surely you can afford a minute for your superior. On second thought, maybe you can't." Draco ran a hand over his slicked hair and grinned at the redhead's back.
Ron stilled a few feet ahead of the Slytherin, his empty hands balling into fists.
"Ron..." Draco heard the Mudblood say. She tugged at the sleeve of Ron's robe, and it only made him despise her more. "Let it go. The year's over."
Potter nodded. "Hermione's right, mate. You won't have to look his pointy face for months! Don't listen to him."
"That's right, Weasley," Draco drawled as he walked alongside of the trio. He stepped in front of Ron, making sure his shiny black shoe was pressed on the other boy's greying one. "And I won't see your freakishly spotted one, either. Any plans for the summer, other than playing second fiddle to the bucktoothed brainiac," he jutted a thumb at Granger, "and the boy-who-thinks-he's-the-saviour-of-the-wizarding-world?"
Ron's blue eyes darkened. "Actually, I do, Ferret. I'm planning to spend my summer punching slimy, blond Slytherins in the face. Want to go first?"
"That would require you catching me," Draco sneered. He reached forward and pulled the strap of Ron's satchel off of his shoulder. It hit the ground with a dull thump.
The redhead lost it. "You son of a bitch!" He lunged for Draco, but the other boy ducked out of his grasp.
"There's no need to insult my mother," he said with a smirk. "I haven't said one word about your fat pig mother today."
Ron shook free of Potter and Granger's hold and came at Draco. Fortunately, the blond was faster and managed to sprint ahead. He ran several feet before ducking into a stone alcove. He pressed his back to the wall, his breaths coming short and hard.
Seconds later, Draco heard the quick footfalls of the other boy as they grew nearer to his hiding spot. Ron ducked his head in and grinned nastily when he found him.
"You can't wait to get your hands on me, can you, Weasel?"
The other boy's mouth twitched. "I hate you, Malfoy. More than I've ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate you."
"And I hate you right back. That's what makes this all so much fun," Draco replied, swiftly closing the gap between them and kissing Ron hard on the mouth. "Admit it," he purred as he pulled away, a thin tether of saliva hung between their lips. "As much as you hate it, you love it even more."
"Shut up," Ron bit out before pressing his large hands to Draco's face and kissing him back. His tongue darted between the blond's lips quickly, and then they parted. "Next fall?" he asked, breathless.
Draco pressed the palm of his hand to Ron's crotch and smiled at the hardness he felt underneath. "Next fall."