Am slightly off my head...

[skoosiepants]

I'm not feeling completely up to snuff. Bit of a headcold, mixed with weird-ass lethargy. Either way, I've missed some of my beloved Cheese Weasels' posts, and I can't promise I'll catch up today. *hugs flisters*

I feel like spreading the love, though.

So here: Cleaning House, by likecandy_sweet. Harry made me laugh. Good god did Harry make me laugh. He's completely off his rocker, so hurrah for the crackfic aspect, m'dear *grins*

And here: New York Makes You Gay, by Proserpina. It's Boy Meets World, so it made me happy. Although she totally got the setting of the show wrong. It's PHILLY! Not Pittsburgh. I'll forgive, though, cause I loved this slice.

And finally, a bit more of my Draco/Ron romp. I'm taking a slightly different approach to them this time around. Not so angry or in denial, but probably just as clueless.



As they started off towards the tree line, Ron thought it really wasn’t all that bad. He had Ernie, easy on the eyes and the perfect buffer between him and Malfoy. Only a half-hour later, though, Ron was starting to feel worn down from simply watching the Hufflepuff. Where did the boy get his energy? It was hot as hell out, even under the shady palm fronds, and sweat dripped down his back and forehead, blurring his vision.

With a curse he whipped off his shirt, mopped his face and tied the ends around his head, trying to catch as much moisture as he could, trudging forward at a pace made slow by the humid air and thick jungle floor. He was in desperate need of water.

A glance at Draco moving just ahead of him showed the other boy not faring much better, his skin pinked from exertion more than sunburn, the I heart Seamus shirt sticking to his back in a spreading, sweaty v. His white-blond hair was slicked to his skull, the ends hanging below his ears in a shaggy mess and curling at his nape.

Without pausing to think, Ron reached out and grasped the bottom of Draco’s shirt, tugging it up in one brisk movement. “Gods, Malfoy, you’re making me hotter just looking at you. Take this bloody thing off, will you?”

Draco twisted away from him, narrowing his gray eyes. “Since when have you been allowed to order me about?” His face was flushed, though, perspiration more than dotting his hairline, the front of his shirt plastered almost transparently against his skin.

“We don’t have any water yet,” Ron said, refraining from pointing out that he’d basically been ordering him about all morning, since he really didn’t think it’d prove helpful, “and I’m not going to carry your limp carcass if you pass out.”

Draco’s no doubt scathing reply was preempted by a loud whoop and a splash, and Ron pushed past the Slytherin to continue down the narrow Hufflepuff-made path after Ernie. Water, it seemed, was ahoy.

Ernie was calf-deep in a small spring when Ron reached him, bent over with cupped hands splashing fresh water on his face. Smile dripping, he straightened and waved Ron over. “There’s fruit, too,” he said, kicking out a foot playfully.

Dirch, it seemed, had gone all out. Every kind of orchard tree imaginable was circling the pond, apples, pears, kiwis, peaches, pomegranates and more all growing in clumps on whip-lean branches, threatening to drop off their stems, most so ripe they’d probably be too soft and sweet to eat. Ron’s stomach gurgled loudly at the sight.

“Sweet Merlin,” Draco murmured breathily from behind him. “This is where I want to live out my days.”

With only a short, barking laugh as warning, Ernie lunged for Ron and yanked him into the spring, and the redhead choked on a yelp and about a gallon of surprisingly cool water as he went under.



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