drabble: a hit is hard to resist, r
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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.
ficadron dra(w)bble duels. Haven't won one yet ( I keep coming reeeeeeeally close), but I still write, and they've all been pretty well-received, so I count them as personal victories. :pTitle: 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.
