Draco/Ron teaser alert!
Feb. 7th, 2005 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepants*evil cackle*
Ron licked his lips. “This is one fucked-up dream,” he whispered.
“So you dream about me, Weasley,” Draco sneered. “Can’t say I’m flattered.”
“I don’t dream about you like this,” the redhead grumbled, scooping up a bit of sand and watching it fall through his fingers. It was nice sand. Fine and smooth.
Draco rubbed a hand over his forehead. “I don’t think I want to know how you really dream about me,” he said, voice pained.
Squinting up at the blond again, Ron said, “Well, for one you aren’t nearly so… white.”
“And I suppose I’m nice and decent and hold your hand?” Draco cracked, crouching down and grasping Ron by the shoulders. He shook him once, firmly, then growled, “This isn’t a fucking dream, you half-wit. You’ve landed us on a deserted isle. With a Hufflepuff.”
“This,” Ron swallowed, horror crawling up his throat, “this isn’t a dream?”
Draco flounced back to his feet. “No. No it’s not,” he shouted, and then he yanked a folded piece of parchment out of the back of his waistband and tossed it at Ron. “You utter moron.”
With shaky fingers, Ron thumbed the paper open and looked down at the note written on it. From his Muggle Studies professor. About his latest assignment. An assignment that he hadn’t, to his knowledge, even finished. An assignment that he obviously hadn’t paid close enough attention to.
*laughs* This premise is entirely silly. I'm going to have so much fun with it!
Ron licked his lips. “This is one fucked-up dream,” he whispered.
“So you dream about me, Weasley,” Draco sneered. “Can’t say I’m flattered.”
“I don’t dream about you like this,” the redhead grumbled, scooping up a bit of sand and watching it fall through his fingers. It was nice sand. Fine and smooth.
Draco rubbed a hand over his forehead. “I don’t think I want to know how you really dream about me,” he said, voice pained.
Squinting up at the blond again, Ron said, “Well, for one you aren’t nearly so… white.”
“And I suppose I’m nice and decent and hold your hand?” Draco cracked, crouching down and grasping Ron by the shoulders. He shook him once, firmly, then growled, “This isn’t a fucking dream, you half-wit. You’ve landed us on a deserted isle. With a Hufflepuff.”
“This,” Ron swallowed, horror crawling up his throat, “this isn’t a dream?”
Draco flounced back to his feet. “No. No it’s not,” he shouted, and then he yanked a folded piece of parchment out of the back of his waistband and tossed it at Ron. “You utter moron.”
With shaky fingers, Ron thumbed the paper open and looked down at the note written on it. From his Muggle Studies professor. About his latest assignment. An assignment that he hadn’t, to his knowledge, even finished. An assignment that he obviously hadn’t paid close enough attention to.
*laughs* This premise is entirely silly. I'm going to have so much fun with it!
