I've been busy...

[skoosiepants]

And completely remiss in updating this. Sorry. I have been totally immersed (sp?) in dirtytrousers which is good, but bad at the same time. BUT! I have been writing other things, just not showing you fine folks.

The sequel to my Seamus/Theo fic Rivalry - Revenge - is done and being perused by sanityinstrife for quality crackedness control.

Everybody Here Would Know, Day Two, is still stuck on one point, but I'm working through it.

The epilogue to The Origin of Storms is with my beta-reader.

Nighthawk 10 is temporarily stalled, not by my own will, but my muse's. She can be a stubborn bitch. I fully expect to get back on track with that soon, though.

I'm still feeling all the love from my Dirty Trousers fans. You are the best!

A gift?



“What?” Draco asked groggily, blinking up at him.

“Ernie. Chess. Horrible. Purge.” Ron said each word louder, until he was practically shouting in Draco’s face, and the blond struggled up into a sitting position.

“All right, all right. Fuck, you’re annoying, Weasley. Calm down.”

Ron swiped a hand across his lips and snorted. “Just let’s play a decent game, eh? My mind’s a pile of mush from Ernie’s stratagem.” He cracked his knuckles, then started setting up the board.

It took Ron nearly a minute to realize Draco had no idea what he was doing.

“You.” Ron’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “You can’t do that,” he exclaimed after Draco ordered his knight to move three squares to the left and take out everything in between.

“Why not?” the Slytherin asked indignantly. Even the knight was looking at him funny.

Ron narrowed his eyes. “D’you even know how to properly play?”

“No,” Draco sneered. “Why would I ever bother to learn?”

“Because,” Ron sputtered, waving his hands about, “it’s strategy and skill. And thinking. And sharp-wittedness. And—“

“Incredibly boring,” Draco said through a yawn.

“Checkers is boring, Malfoy,” the redhead bit out. “Now,” he started, squirming his butt into a nice groove in the sand, “this is your queen…”

Draco, surprisingly, listened with a somewhat intent look on his face as Ron described the game, and afterwards managed a decent fight for the board.

“You know,” Draco said absently, pawn tucked tight in his fist, its protests muffled, “this Muggle music is bound to rot my brain.”

Ron hummed a bit of Kodachrome under his breath, because giving into the lure of Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes was possibly the most disturbing thing he could do within range of Draco. It could too easily parallel their life, in some fucked-up way. They were getting entirely too comfortable with each other.

The burying of the petty hatred had come well before their current island romp, of course. Otherwise, they would have skewered each other within moments of finding themselves stuck, and Ernie would’ve been left to sort through the pieces. But the… camaraderie… they seemed to be developing between them was nothing short of sickening. Ron could taste acidic bile at the back of his throat.


EDIT: It's snowing, work sent us home early, and I've just about OD'd on cookies. Hurray!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Eeeee! Paul Simon! Thanks, that made my day *big grin*

Foxglove

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

*grins* I had PS stuck in my head non-stop while writing this :)

[jess-bot.livejournal.com]

pretty pretty Draco and Ron... and finding myself oddly attracted to Ernie everytime you write... I think I will have to take pills to make it go away...

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Ernie! No, you gotta love Ernie. Or at least this Ernie. He's so puppy-like and adorable and you know you want to pet him *nods*

[audrey1nd.livejournal.com]

*confused* I always thought Draco was a chess master. Ah well...I think it's very cute that Ron taught him to play chess. My only worry, why is Ron still not into Draco? Waaah! Otherwise, I still love it!

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

I don't think it was every specifically said he was a chess master. I could be wrong, but I think that's strictly fanon :)

Ron is a little blind where Draco's concerned, but don't worry, it won't last!

[veracity]

*giggles* Poor Ron. Not only one but two chess-stupid players. Well, at least Draco is rather intelligent, enough that Ron doesn't kill him. That's important. Very.

And I don't know those songs, you know. Who in the devil sings them?
*reads Glyn's comments* Ohhh. Well, huh. Would have never guessed that.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Ron is frustrated, but Ernie and Malfoy are too pretty to hurt *pets them*

I totally made Seamus put Paul Simon's album Negotiations and Love Songs on the list. Dean's charmed copy, of course. The title is actually from the chorus of Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes, but the beginning lyrics to that song are - she's a rich girl, don't try to hide it, diamonds on the soles of her shoes. He's a poor boy, empty as a pocket, empty as a pocket with nothing to lose. Eerily fits them.

[veracity]

Of course they are. Otherwise he wouldnt want them around. It's that shiny, pretty, collectibilite quality.

Oooh, that does fit. And makes sense too. You could always have "For The Girl Who Has Everything" be around at sometime. *grins* That'd be an interesting fit, indeed. Crackfic worthy.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

You just had to go there, didn't you? Oh god. I just... I think that'd deserve it's own fic all by it's lonesome

[veracity]

Hello. Cheesy Nsync fan here. Of course I had to go there. It's just perfect for them. *grins*

You oughta throw in a "Giddy Up" bit in there.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

NOoooooo!!! Stop it with the imagry!!! Giddy Up *snort* I should use them in my next crossovery crackfic extravaganza.

[veracity]

Lance wants Hermione to "ride it! ride it! ride it!"

And I don't think he means a horse or broomstick. ;)

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

*snarf* *giggle* I can just picture Joey taunting them with that, nasty bugger.

[veracity]

With Chris hitting some high notes. *giggles* With the "Ride IT! Ride IT! Ride IT!"

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

that would seriously be hysterical. Hermione would kill them.

[veracity]

She'd try but Ron'd be all red and embarrased and Harry'd be hiding from Justin. *nods*

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, Harry would definitely still be hiding from Justin *giggles*

[veracity]

Well, I'd be hiding with him! *laugh* Can't say I blame him.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

*laughs* You'd tie him up and gag him, then let Ron spank him.

[veracity]

I would. No. Wait. I'd take him to my chambers and have my wicked way with him.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

You so would. You can say you're "protecting Harry"

[sushinase.livejournal.com]

*squee* so funny!

squirming his butt into a nice groove in the sand

and

Ron hummed a bit of Kodachrome under his breath, because giving into the lure of Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes was possibly the most disturbing thing he could do within range of Draco. It could too easily parallel their life, in some fucked-up way. They were getting entirely too comfortable with each other.


*mwahahaha*

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

*grins* they are so rich girl/poor boy *giggles*

[sushinase.livejournal.com]

that they are.. hehe..

Ron's such a girl sometimes! :D